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Chapters (59)
  1. Copyright Page
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by
  4. Praise
  5. About the Book
  6. Dedication
  7. Part One
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. Part Two
  31. Chapter 23
  32. Chapter 24
  33. Chapter 25
  34. Chapter 26
  35. Chapter 27
  36. Chapter 28
  37. Chapter 29
  38. Chapter 30
  39. Chapter 31
  40. Chapter 32
  41. Chapter 33
  42. Chapter 34
  43. Chapter 35
  44. Chapter 36
  45. Chapter 37
  46. Chapter 38
  47. Chapter 39
  48. Chapter 40
  49. Chapter 41
  50. Chapter 42
  51. Chapter 43
  52. Chapter 44
  53. Chapter 45
  54. Chapter 46
  55. Acknowledgements
  56. Discover more from Rachael English . . .
  57. Prologue
  58. Part One
  59. Chapter 1

Ginny greeted him with a hug that gave the lie to her delicate appearance. Kilmitten people weren’t given to showy sentiment. When they embraced you, they meant it, and he was touched.

‘Thanks for coming,’ she said. ‘I know you’re busy with the talks … and all of that.’

Flan shook his hand. ‘They haven’t killed the lad off this time, anyway.’

‘Have you been in touch with Tess?’ asked Lauren.

Tom nodded. They’d had a brief chat before she’d left Stansted. She’d managed to get the final flight of the evening. He enquired after Paula. She wouldn’t be arriving until tomorrow, Flan said. Paula and Marty O’Grady had split up several years previously and, with their children grown, she’d felt no desire to stay in Kilmitten. She now lived in Italy.

The conversation moved back to Conor. Ginny said that Sharon was at his side.

‘The doctors are with him too,’ she added, ‘so we should have more news in a little while. We’re about to go for a cup of tea. You will join us, won’t you?’

Their talk was stilted but, given the situation, he presumed this was normal. He hoped Tess arrived soon. No matter how long the gap between their meetings, they maintained an easy camaraderie. They might still have been eighteen years old, sharing a dank London flat. Or thirteen, sitting in a garden shed, drinking illicit bottles of Harp and discussing the latest bands.

‘I will indeed,’ he said. ‘I’d better give Vanessa a call first and let her know what’s happening.’

Tom had married Vanessa Broderick ten years earlier. Originally from County Limerick, she’d arrived in Kilmitten to spend a few days with an aunt. Tom had met her in Pilkington’s Lounge and, although she was eleven years his junior, they’d become a couple almost immediately. Vanessa was tall and fair-haired with a sturdy seam of ambition. She had a degree in business studies and had been managing her mother’s boutique in Limerick city. Against all of his plans and expectations, Tom had been working in Templemorris. What he’d expected to be a temporary job as a youth worker had become permanent.