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  1. Cover
  2. By the same author
  3. SUZY SUZY
  4. Copyright
  5. Contents
  6. Glossary of Dialect Terms
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  89. About William Wall
  90. An Invitation from the Publisher

Things get around? Not with the fucking Revenue they don’t. There’s an informer.

Then the two of them looked at me. One of those looks. If I smoked I would have lit a cigarette as you do. Well, as they do in movies. It has a calming effect. Instead I blushed.

What? I don’t even know the Kellehers. They’re not in my school.

Did you tell anyone?

Like no? Do you think I want everyone to know we’re going bankrupt?

What about the farm, Matt? my mam said. The farm belongs to me.

My dad sort of winked but said nothing.

Did you get a mortgage on the farm, Matt? The Revenue are taking it. If you have a mortgage on that….

How could I get a mortgage on something I don’t own?

That’s what I was wondering.

I didn’t.

My mother fished the bag of soggy camomile out of her cup and dropped it on a saucer. It was steaming. It reminded me of something. I looked up and I saw that Dad was looking at it too.

Shit, he said.

I knew what he was thinking. He gave me a sideways look. I think he was blushing. I could see him standing in the middle of a field pissing and shaking himself dry. We are the complete car-crash family. If something can be screwed up, call us.

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The guards called to my house. It was not the same guards who interviewed me. They called after tea and Dad was there too but Mam was working late. They asked my dad if they could talk to me. My dad called me. He said, Suzy, the guards want to talk to you. Ok, Dad. What do they want to talk about? Probably the murder, Dad, remember I found the purse.

I could see my dad was scared. He probably thought they were coming for him when he saw them at the door. The previous day he fired the two people who worked for him. One was a part-timer who came in on Fridays to do the books. That must have been an interesting job. And the other answered the phone and did photocopying, idk, maybe she did something else but she always seemed to be on Facebook when I was there. Or booking her holidays. Maybe there wasn’t much to be done in my dad’s office anyway. She went on holidays to Italy. She was learning Italian. I want to go to Italy some time. Because the Renaissance of course. And because I love pizza especially not the frozen type.