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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

And we had Joe Daly in to fix something with the gutters. They were clogged or they were leaking idk there was damp on the wall and ceiling of my parent’s bedroom and the en suite. And Joe said that there was work going on in Ballyshane, he was talking to one of the lads, and they were replacing some of the windows and they were putting in all timber-weighted sashes. They were getting them made in England. Proper conservation-grade stuff. It would be a beautiful job. And I could see my dad thinking he wouldn’t have been able to afford to do that. Our windows were plastic Senator windows but when I looked out I didn’t hear classical music like in the ad. I just heard nothing. Like we live in the country. Nothing really happens most of the time. And anyway, they’re double-glazed and argon gas.

Joe Daly always talks to me like I’m out clubbing every night.

Who’s the latest lucky man, Suzy?

There’s no lucky man.

I hear you were in Qubin’s on Saturday night. Great craic in Qubin’s.

I was never in Qubin’s, Joe.

Hoho now, that’s not what I hear. Sure the lads are flocking after you, girl. That’s what I hear anyway. And why wouldn’t they?

I wanted to find a rusty knife and gut him slowly.

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My fucking life. I swear.

What happened was my brother was out with friends. It is one of life’s mysteries how he passes exams, he totally prefers the pub. And someone said, Here’s to poor old Nigger. And my brother left. It was a pub somewhere in Darkest Ireland, not near his uni. Probably Keniry’s because that’s where they drink. It’s like an old man’s pub. And a couple of the boys went after him because they knew. But he was running and they didn’t realise at first. They thought he just went outside. When they saw him running through the car park they started to run too. He got to the car. They didn’t get there in time. He drove away. They told me he had hash but there might have been something else too. They always had hash. That was about nine and the accident happened at four a.m. Where did the lost hours go? The boys didn’t know. Tosser Kennedy said to me: We’re worried about him, Suzy, like it was bad enough with Nigger, but your bro? I asked him what he meant. He said my brother was depressed. I didn’t say he’d be the odd one out in our family if he wasn’t.