Chapters (50)
- Cover
- Praise
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Chapter Twenty-nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-one
- Chapter Thirty-two
- Chapter Thirty-three
- Chapter Thirty-four
- Chapter Thirty-five
- Chapter Thirty-six
- Chapter Thirty-seven
- Chapter Thirty-eight
- Chapter Thirty-nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-one
- Chapter Forty-two
- Epilogue
- Extract from Those Faraday Girls
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Monica McInerney
‘What will I wear on opening night?’ Miranda asked. ‘My blue gown or that amusing little lace number my couturier sent over from Paris last week? What about you, Sadie? Will you wear that jumper made of yak hair or perhaps that simply darling little patchoulisteeped handweave I saw you prancing about in last week? How many small rodents died in the making of that, I wonder?’
Leo was still concerned. ‘Clementine, I’m not sure you should go to school today. You really do look peaky.’
‘I think she should go to the doctor. That’s the third morning this week she’s been sick,’ Sadie said.
‘Third time this week?’ Miranda raised an eyebrow. ‘Really? I didn’t realise that. Uh oh. It’s morning. She’s sick. Put ’em together and what do we see? P-r-e-g-n-a-n-cee.’
There should have been a laugh from one of her sisters. There should have been a denial from Clementine. There should have been a rebuke from Leo, and a smart answer back from Miranda.
Instead there was silence.
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Acknowledgements
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
The Godmothers is dedicated to a dear friend in Dublin, John Neville, who not only handmade my beautiful writing desk, but built my writing attic too.
My fictional Montgomery family’s surname is a tribute to the late, much-loved journalist Bruce Montgomery and his wife Vicki, special friends since we met in Tasmania in 1996. Sadly, Monty died of cancer in January 2020, and is greatly missed by his family and friends. It means so much to me that he was happy and amused about me borrowing his surname for this novel.
Many people helped me with all sorts of research for The Godmothers. My big thanks to Xavier McInerney, Ethan Miller, Ruby Clements, Mikaella Clements, Ulli Clements, Dominic McInerney, Ben Petit, Pavel Barter, Katie Farrell, Dr Louise Dodds, Alan Macfarlane, Melanie Scaife, Catherine Dunne and my early readers Mary, Marie and Lea McInerney.
Thanks to my friends in Ireland, Australia and the UK for their listening ears and bookish support, especially Sinéad Moriarty, Noëlle Harrison, Claudia Carroll, Liz Nugent, Brona Miller, Maria Dickenson, Steph Dickenson, Sarah Conroy, Louise Ní Chríodáin, Sarah Duffy, Clare Forster, Kristin and Graham Gill, Nicolás an Piscín, Joanna and Keith Troughton, Jane Melross, Karen O’Connor, Bart Meldau, Carol George, Noelene Turner, Helen Trinca, Janet Grecian, Christopher Pearce, Mandy and Bruce Macky, Margie and Mark Arnold and Rod Quinn of ABC Overnights.