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‘It will take at least an hour for the potatoes to come to the boil,’ said Maeve when she saw Kitty looking at the huge pan. ‘And still we have the cabbages to cook.’

Maeve was red-cheeked and flustered, but it was all a dramatic effect. She had everything beautifully under control.

The two big hunks of bacon had been simmering on the fire overnight. It had taken all Colleen and Maeve’s strength to lift the pan together and heave out the bacon haunches, which were now cooling on the huge wooden table, ready to be carved up for the lunch.

‘That bacon looks grand, Maeve,’ said Liam, trying to pull a slice off as Maeve walked past.

‘Keep yer hands off, ye thieving bugger,’ said Maeve, slapping him on his cap.

Liam and the men were tucking into large plates of eggs, sausage and fried potatoes. Kitty’s morning sickness had well and truly passed, but she still couldn’t eat the sausages.

‘God, they smell just like the pig stall. I’ll be sick if I eat them,’ she said to Nellie.

Now they heard a strange noise coming from outside.

Nellie ran to the door. ‘It’s the thresher, the horses are pulling the thresher.’

Kitty was amazed by the sight that greeted her.

Men, women and children were walking across the peat, carrying their pitchforks and scythes, following a horse-drawn contraption in the form of a square wooden box on wheels.

Everyone from indoors moved into the fields to greet those who had arrived and, within what seemed like minutes, they were all at work. The cutter moved slowly as others began on the outside edges with scythes. The oats were put through the thresher to separate the grain, then the stalks were gathered up with pitchforks and stacked six feet high.

The women remained in the kitchen, preparing the food to be carried out to the barn at midday.

‘Run and put these cloths on the hay bales in the barn now, please, girls,’ said Maeve. ‘Nellie, you remember what we did last time you were here, don’t you?’

The girls ran into the barn and shifted around the bales Patrick had pulled down for them earlier, arranging them into seats, with eight bales in the middle to serve as a table.

‘Can we go to the field now, Maeve?’ the girls shouted through the back door when they had finished.

‘Aye, off you go and help Uncle Liam and the others and, mind, keep yer hands off them lads,’ said Maeve with a wink at Nellie, who blushed bright red.

And off they ran to catch up with Patrick who was supervising the building of the straw stacks.

‘Can we help, Patrick?’ said Nellie.

‘Not with this. I have enough lads. I have to round off the tops so that the rain runs off and doesn’t wet the straw.’

‘What shall we do then?’ Nellie was jumping up and down by now, almost taking his pitchfork out of his hand.

‘Aye, go on, then,’ he said, handing Nellie the fork. ‘Gather up the straw from the thresher and pile it up onto the cart Jacko is harnessed up to. The cart will be moving over here in a few minutes. I see yer man, Aengus, is talking to Kitty, then?’

Nellie looked over and saw the McMahons’ nephew had stopped work and was chatting to Kitty.

Aengus had spotted Kitty as she ran into the field. He rested on his pitchfork and thought that he had never seen a young girl look so happy.

‘Morning, miss,’ said Aengus, raising his cap as soon as he was within earshot of Kitty.

While Nellie had run on ahead to talk to Patrick, Kitty had stopped to tie her bootlace and was squatting down amid the freshly cut stalks.

‘So, how do ye like Bangor then?’

Kitty straightened and squinted in the sunlight, her hair loose and hanging about her shoulders. His accent was so strong that she could hardly understand a word he said.

‘’Scuse me,’ said Kitty. ‘I’m sorry, I’m not from round here.’

‘I know,’ said Aengus. ‘That’s why I’m asking, how do ye like it in Bangor?’

‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ said Kitty, laughing sheepishly, ‘you mean Bangornevin?’

‘Aye, I do, but no one ever says the Nevin. Unless ye are visiting from Liverpool, of course, and then ye would be daft enough to say it.’

He was teasing Kitty and grinned as he spoke.

Kitty half grinned back and looked down, as though studying the freshly cut field. The smell of the fresh straw made her nostrils flare. The grain dust shone like gold splinters in the shimmering sunlight and, once again, she had need to shield her eyes as her fingers intertwined into an arch above her brow.

‘What’s ye name then?’ he asked.

He had replaced his cap and was leaning forward with both hands on the top of his pitchfork. He swayed gently from side to side as he studied her face, waiting for a response.

She saw that his eyes were as blue as his hair was red and the contrast was startling. His complexion was pale and freckled. Kitty noticed a matt sheen on his skin where the grain dust had stuck to his sweat.

A brown cravat was tied in a neat knot at his throat and his white shirt fell open at the neck, billowing against his braces as the wind pulled it free from his ragged-bottomed trousers. Even after a short time, Kitty was aware that a neat trouser hem was a rare thing in Bangornevin and yet she had seen Maeve, night after night, sewing them up by the light of the lamp when everyone was in bed.

Kitty averted her eyes, aware that she had been staring.

‘Well?’ he asked again and Kitty noticed he was grinning from ear to ear.

‘My name’s Kitty.’

‘Kitty. That’s a nice, normal name. Mine’s Aengus.’

Kitty laughed. ‘Well, Aengus is normal enough. Aengus.’ She let it slowly roll off her tongue. ‘We have just learnt a poem in school called “A Song of Wandering Aengus”,’ said Kitty.

She looked thoughtful as she scampered around inside her own memory in search of the poem, and, unable to find it, instead spoke his name out loud.

Again.

‘Aengus. ’Tis a nice name.’

He began to speak in a slower, softer voice:

‘But something rustled on the floor

And someone called me by my name:

It had become a glimmering girl

With apple blossom in her hair.’

He looked at Kitty and smiled. She felt her stomach flip.

‘If ye go to school in Mayo, Yeats is pushed down your throat, or ye can’t pass the leaving cert,’ he explained.

‘Leaving cert? What on earth is that?’

‘It’s hard work, that’s what it is.’

Nellie ran up alongside and took hold of Kitty’s hand.

‘Time to start putting the food out,’ she said.

Kitty was reluctant to move away.

She liked this boy. She wanted to speak with him for longer. Kitty had never talked to a boy. Boys were like another species at school. She never imagined one would specially talk to her. Why would he do that?

‘Ah, food. Well, we will need that soon, to be sure. I will see ye at the barn then, ladies.’ Aengus raised his cap and walked away.

As soon as he was out of earshot Kitty said, ‘Oh God, was he gorgeous or not? Tell me, Nellie, look back, is he watching me walk away? Go ahead, look.’

Aengus was whacking the boys, who were mercilessly teasing him, with his tweed cap. As he looked up, he saw Nellie looking and lifted his cap high in the air in salute.

Nellie turned back sharply. ‘Oh God, Kitty, he’s looking straight at us.’

Both the girls giggled and, with an audacity she didn’t even know she possessed, Kitty turned round and waved back at Aengus.

‘Oh my God, oh my God, am I mad or what?’ said Kitty as she giggled. With shining eyes and long hair flowing, they ran to the barn, burning onto the skyline an imprint of youth, as they faded through the brimming air.

Within half an hour, the barn was full with villagers. Maeve and Kathleen gave each helper a heaped plate of food.

‘No half-measures at Ballymara farm,’ shouted Maeve as she dished up the meal.

The fiddler had shown up and began to play for his lunch. Over in the corner of the barn, some of the women were already swishing their tea round in their cups before they tipped them up and handed the leaves to Nana Kathleen to read.

‘One, two, three. There must be enough tea left for the leaves to be swilled round a full three times or the luck doesn’t come,’ said Kathleen to the circle of women gathering round her.

The first young woman to hand over her cup was shaking like a leaf.

‘Aha,’ said Kathleen. She had already noted that the young woman’s breasts were bigger than they had ever been before. She had also known her mother, who was as flat as a pancake. ‘I think that maybe a babby will be on its way very soon,’ grinned Kathleen, looking up from the teacup.

‘It is, Kathleen,’ the girl whispered, leaning in conspiratorially. ‘We haven’t told Mammy yet, because she’s not so well but we will do, this Sunday, after mass.’

Kathleen continued, ‘I think there is a move coming soon, I can see open land and a river.’

‘Oh, Kathleen, that is just so fantastic. We are moving to Mulingar and have our own farm from his daddy, right down on the river, with fishing too.’

Kathleen had heard that in the post office from Mrs O’Dwyer.

She smiled. ‘Well, I never. Ye know, the tea leaves, they never lie, ye can keep nothing from them at all, so ye can’t.’

Aengus had studied Kitty all through the lunch. She had been busy helping to serve the food and as she walked up to the house, carrying the empty tin trenchers, Aengus caught up with her.

He fixed her once again with his magical grin and, with his bright blue eyes smiling, asked her, ‘Will ye be away to the Castlefeale dance next Saturday?’

‘I may be,’ said Kitty.

‘And if ye are, would I be able to walk with ye?’

‘Ye may be,’ said Kitty, smiling back at him. ‘I’ll have to ask my mammy.’

And with that, afraid of making herself look foolish, she ran up the path to the kitchen door to help the others with the dishes.

Aengus, watching Kitty’s back, whispered to himself:

‘With apple blossom in her hair

Who called me by my name and ran.’

Inside the kitchen, Maeve was loading the trenchers into a straw donkey basket.

‘Girls, would ye take these over to the stream and give them a rinse for me and then bring them back.’

‘And come here and give your mother a hug, miss.’ Maura grabbed Kitty from behind and hugged her so tightly, she squeaked in protest.

‘Mammy, I can’t breathe.’

Maeve looked on fondly and laughed.

Maura spun Kitty round and placed a big kiss on the top of her head. For a small second, mother and daughter savoured the moment whilst Maura silently prayed.

Tomorrow would be a very different day.

The girls each grabbed a handle on the basket and skipped outside. Kitty didn’t know if it was the music playing that had created an atmosphere of high gaiety, or the gorgeous boy who wanted to talk to her, or the happiness and love she felt whilst she was staying in the farmhouse. She knew only that she felt so happy, she desperately wanted to cry, and as her eyes welled up, she could barely stop herself.

Being pregnant was something she had entirely forgotten until this moment.

They stopped at the stone sink perched on the stream. Kitty knelt down and, for a moment, put her head in her hands. It was the only place she could be alone.

‘What’s up, Kitty?’ said Nellie.

‘I don’t know. It is just all so much. Everyone is so wonderful and I have never felt this happy, I don’t think, ever in me whole life.’

18

A
NGELA HATED HAVING
to wait for the boys to catch up when they walked to school. The only one who could concentrate on an instruction for more than five seconds was Harry. The rest wouldn’t listen to a word she said.

‘Ye aren’t our Kitty or Mammy, ye know,’ shouted Malachi. ‘Ye can’t tell us what to do.’

He stuck out his tongue at Angela and grabbed the school bag out of her hand so that it fell to the floor. Picking up the bag, Angela swung it round full circle until it walloped him between the shoulder blades with a thud so hard that Malachi fell forward and hit the pavement with a smack.

His screams pierced the morning air and brought neighbours to their windows to see what was happening.

‘Don’t do that, our Angela,’ shouted Declan, bending down to help Malachi up.

Declan had crusty hair and dried pobs in his ears.

Earlier in the morning he had dared to answer Angela back, who had responded by picking up his bowl of pobs and upending it on his head. The warm milk and bread had run down the sides of his face and into his ears.

‘I’m sick to death of all of youse,’ shouted Angela. ‘None of ye does as ye is told. I’m leaving and going to school on me own now.’

She stormed off ahead, just as Little Paddy caught up with them all. Harry had pushed the baby in her pram round to Alice’s house before setting off to school. He met up with Little Paddy as he ran out of his back gate.

‘Sure, ye look mighty fed up, Paddy,’ said Harry. ‘Why haven’t ye been out on the green playing all weekend?’

‘I got a belt from me da, an’ I wasn’t allowed,’ Little Paddy replied, looking very miserable and downbeat. ‘He said I told another lie, but I didn’t, I know what I saw, but I ’ave to keep me gob shut. I hate feckin’ grown-ups, I do. I’m going to run away to sea on a ship, as soon as I’m old enough.’

Harry nodded sympathetically. He wasn’t that keen on grown-ups himself. He thought they were very chaotic and disorganized.

‘Ye can tell me, Paddy. I won’t say a word to no one, I promise.’

‘I can’t tell ye. I still can’t sit down yet, my backside is so sore. I’m not risking it again, but I will tell ye this, Harry, next time I see something, I’m comin’ for ye to see it with me. Everyone believes you and no one believes me, so they don’t, an’ I hate being called a liar, because I have never told a lie to anyone – I haven’t.’

For a reassuring moment, Harry put his arm round Little Paddy’s shoulders.

Little Paddy flinched. ‘Can ye feel the pain?’ he asked. Little Paddy’s shoulders hurt too.