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

The day before my exams I phoned her. I couldn’t go into a court of law and swear that I recognised the voice. Like do you know that or do you believe it, as the policeman said.

Me: Hello?

Bitch: Hi…?

Me: I’m on my Dad’s phone.

Bitch: Oh…

Me: Yeah… so…

Bitch: Yeah…

Me: So… I didn’t tell my Mam.

Bitch: Oh…? thanks. I guess…

Me: Ok bye.

And I hung up. I was shaking so much. I had to sit down. I was afraid she would ring back so I powered the phone down. Then I powered it up again and I had to put Serena’s birthday in. And there I was again thinking: How did he even know Serena’s birthday? I was supposed to be revising but I couldn’t get my head around any of it. Tomorrow was English Paper I and there was nothing you could revise for that anyway. I took The Dog for a walk. We went down Regan’s Glen, it was my first time back since the purse incident. Followed by the murder incident and all the other incidents. It was dry but there was a low grey cloud. The air was electric. There were bees idk bumble bees maybe, going crazy. It was one of those busy quiet days. I went right down to the river. It’s like deep-sea diving. The further down you go the closer you get to silence. Except you hear small things like a bird moving in a brake of briers or a billion bees getting high. And anyway deep sea diving is kinda noisy idk you hear your own bubbles all the time, in the movies anyway. There was a flat stone down there, maybe the start of a bridge one time, or maybe my grandad was thinking of a dam or something. And I sat on it and took my shoes off and put my feet in the water while The Dog went looking for another dead person’s purse. The water in that stream looks brown but when you take your feet out they’re the same colour as before. It must be an optical illusion. And I started messing with the phone and idk why I never swiped the home screen before but there was a second page and it had WhatsApp and there were photos.

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So this is really the history of how I grew up. Or at least the history of how I turned into a History student. I’ve left out bits. Like the history of how I lost my virginity to a biochemistry second-year. Or the history of how I did my first essay, which was a history of calamity. All the histories. Holly and Serena, Mam and Tony and Tosser and Páraic too.