Chapters (81)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
- Forty-eight
- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
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- Fifty-three
- Fifty-four
- Fifty-five
- Fifty-six
- Fifty-seven
- Fifty-eight
- Fifty-nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-one
- Sixty-two
- Sixty-three
- Sixty-four
- Sixty-five
- Sixty-six
- Sixty-seven
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Read More
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
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- Dedication
She gets up to dress and I watch her scoop clothes off the floor and I try to ignore the feeling that’s recently started tap-tap-tapping in my head. I bury my face in the pillow and mumble the words just to get them out. ‘I wish it hadn’t happened. I wish we’d made it go away.’
But it turns out, Aoife is more Catholic than either of us thought.
In the evening we go to Alf’s flat. We get ready together with the same excitement we would for a party, hair and nails done, creases on our best dresses smoothed out. Because for all the bits we don’t like, we can’t help but like the way our time with him makes us feel; it takes us from a world where we are a problem to be solved to one where we are princesses and told we are something special. Time stands still when we are with Alf. We have no past, no rejection, and no one expects our future to be full of failure. We are just two girls living a life we’ve chosen rather than the one given to us.
But tonight, as soon as we open the door, we know something feels different. Alf is on the sofa where he always is, but there is a man to his right and one at the table. We pause by the door.
‘Come in, girls,’ Alf calls. ‘My friends have popped over.’ He grins at the men. ‘Hope you don’t mind.’
He’s in full-on Alf mode and we get swept up in his enthusiasm. We sit and watch as he jokes with his friends, take every drink offered to us, and feel the room fill with laughter and fun.
Then Alf looks at Aoife and things seem to still. His smile remains but it’s changed in a way you can never point to, but you just know what lies behind it isn’t good any more. He gestures to her to go to him and she obeys. He pulls her down on his lap and she laughs as he pushes her down and kisses her.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ I hear him whisper. ‘The perfect fit for me.’
The men are watching this, their eyes fixed on Aoife; they don’t smile or laugh, just watch, and the way they are looking at her makes my stomach feel like it’s full of bees.
Alf looks up and catches the eye of the man on the sofa, then he looks to me. I sit dead still. I don’t want him to say what he’s going to.
‘Come and sit down over here, Mary.’