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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

Mam: The Revenue will cancel your sub fast enough.

Dad: That was below the belt.

Mam: You haven’t a clue, have you?

Dad: We’ll all have to take a bit of pain, but everything will be all right in the end. We’ll tighten our belts a bit and tough it out. We’re the squeezed middle. They need us.

Mam: If you tighten your belt you’ll bust a gut. You’re the squeezed middle all right.

I could see my dad’s hand shaking again. And he kept pinching his left arm. I googled it. It didn’t come up but I got fifty-four point nine million hits about heart attacks. It seems if you google left arm everything that turns up involves a coronary. But what shocked me most was that he looked afraid. And a bit panicked. Even though everything he was saying was cool it, don’t lose the rag, I think he was frightened. I wanted my mam to see it too but.

But my mam doesn’t really look at my dad any more. Like maybe she never did idk but she doesn’t now. I don’t know if she doesn’t want to see him or she can’t see him or just to her he’s not there. But every time I see her not seeing him it hurts me. She looks at me all right. She hates me.

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And there was no dinner that night. I made toast and two boiled eggs and I took them up to my room and no one said anything. Like normally it’s, No Eating In Your Room, Suzy. God is against eating in your room. The government is against it. Rules are rules. It Is A Crime Equal To Mass Murder. But I got to eat my toast and two boiled eggs sitting on my bed texting Serena and Holly on WhatsApp with my earphones in and my music on. I could hear someone diffing out at Ballyshane cross. I probably knew who it was too tbh. There would be donuts on the road. My mam gets nervous when she sees the tyre tracks. She thinks some guy is going to come round the corner spinning his wheels and crash into her sideways and Everybody Will Die. But differs never killed anybody, at least not while they were diffing. Maybe before or afterwards. They drive too fast and mostly the cars are shite. Serena and Holly were talking about the murder on our group WhatsApp convo. Serena heard that the guards were following a definite lead. It was on the news. They were trying to guess who did it. It had to be someone we knew, because on the telly it always is. In fact it should be the husband.

Only she was single.

And Serena WhatsApped me that she had a totally dreamy guy on alt.com and he had exactly the same kinks as her.