Back The Godmothers
Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-one
  25. Chapter Twenty-two
  26. Chapter Twenty-three
  27. Chapter Twenty-four
  28. Chapter Twenty-five
  29. Chapter Twenty-six
  30. Chapter Twenty-seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-one
  35. Chapter Thirty-two
  36. Chapter Thirty-three
  37. Chapter Thirty-four
  38. Chapter Thirty-five
  39. Chapter Thirty-six
  40. Chapter Thirty-seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-one
  45. Chapter Forty-two
  46. Epilogue
  47. Extract from Those Faraday Girls
  48. Acknowledgements
  49. About the Author
  50. Also by Monica McInerney

‘We missed her when she left after a month. She said it was time to go home. We didn’t know then that Emmet would be following after her. It set off the rows with his father again. They were like two stags, fighting and clashing antlers. It was affecting his little brothers too. The tension was too much for us all. Dervla had gone travelling by then too, of course.

‘I didn’t blame him for going. At the last minute his cousin Orla decided she’d go too. It was catching, this idea of Australia being the Promised Land. It went great at first. Jeannie got him work in the bar with her. I’m sure I didn’t hear the half of what they got up to. But then he had that accident, Eliza. That fight. The worst phone call I’ve ever received. Every parent’s worst nightmare. I would have driven straight to the airport myself. But Hugh insisted it had to be him. He’d had an awful argument with him before he left. He was inconsolable. “What if Emmet dies? What if that argument is the last time we ever speak?” We could only afford to have one of us go. We had the other boys to look after. The pub.

‘So Hugh went. Jeannie collected him at the airport. They went straight to the hospital. Hugh phoned me after he’d seen him. He was crying. He barely recognised his own son, he said. Emmet’s face and his whole head was so swollen. His eyes just slits. His ear, the left side of his face. I never saw it, but I could imagine it. Every day, Hugh, Orla and Jeannie were taking turns to be with him, keeping vigil. Jeannie blamed herself. She’d sparked the row, she told Hugh. She had to make amends. She did everything she could. She even offered Hugh Emmet’s room in their share house. So he could save on hotel rooms. We didn’t know how long it would go on, you see.’

It was as if Sheila wasn’t talking to her any more.

‘Hugh sat there beside his son for hours every day. Telling him how much he loved him. Telling him all the things they used to do together when he was little. Treating the castle as if it was their own playground. All the matches he took him to. He told him that of course it didn’t matter if he never wanted to teach PE. If he wanted to do something else, he would support him, whatever he wanted to do, he just had to wake up, come back to us.