One Night Only (23 page)

It
’
s
no
t
lik
e
sh
e
watche
d
thei
r
ever
y
mov
e
a
t
all
.
She
wasn
’
t
a
nose
y
person
.
Mayb
e
just
,
well
,
a
bi
t
enviou
s
you coul
d
sa
y
.

Sh
e
wishe
d
he
r
husban
d
woul
d
com
e
hom
e
a
t
th
e
same
tim
e
ever
y
da
y
,
wit
h
n
o
liquo
r
o
n
hi
s
breath
,
no
r
snar
l
on
hi
s
face
,
no
r
grave
l
i
n
hi
s
voic
e
whe
n
thing
s
weren
’
t
the wa
y
h
e
like
d
them
.

Sh
e
ha
d
pu
t
make-u
p
o
n
tha
t
da
y
fo
r
hi
m
coming hom
e
sinc
e
i
t
wa
s
thei
r
anniversar
y
.
She’
d
pu
t
th
e
hot brus
h
an
d
straightener
s
throug
h
he
r
hai
r
to
o
an
d
eve
n
put o
n
a
skirt
.
Sh
e
hadn
’
t
wor
n
a
skir
t
fo
r
ages
.
He
r
nic
e
cloth
e
s
didn
’
t
reall
y
fi
t
he
r
an
y
more
.

“
Y
o
u
loo
k
prett
y
,
Mamm
y
,
”
he
r
so
n
ha
d
tol
d
he
r
.
He ha
d
a
loo
k
o
f
sadnes
s
i
n
hi
s
eye
s
whe
n
h
e
sai
d
it
,
lik
e
he kne
w
tha
t
sh
e
wa
s
tryin
g
he
r
bes
t
an
d
lik
e
h
e
kne
w
tha
t
it woul
d
al
l
b
e
fo
r
nothing
.

She’
d
bough
t
a
fe
w
steak
s
dow
n
a
t
th
e
Spa
r
and cooke
d
the
m
t
o
T
revor
’
s
likin
g
and
,
althoug
h
sh
e
hated whe
n
h
e
ha
d
a
drink
,
sh
e
eve
n
pu
t
a
fe
w
beer
s
i
n
th
e
fridge
fo
r
hi
m
jus
t
t
o
mar
k
th
e
occasion
.
Thei
r
weddin
g
day
seeme
d
lik
e
yesterda
y
an
d
sh
e
remembere
d
tha
t
horrible
feelin
g
tha
t
sh
e
ha
d
mad
e a
terribl
e
mistak
e
movin
g
north wit
h
T
revo
r
Humphries
.
Sh
e
wa
s
a
Dubli
n
gir
l
a
t
heart an
d
i
t
ha
d
take
n
he
r
a
t
leas
t
tw
o
year
s
t
o
settl
e
int
o
her ne
w
lif
e
u
p
Nort
h
wher
e
everythin
g
wa
s
differen
t
–
differen
t
accents
,
differen
t
mone
y
,
differen
t
culture
s
an
d
a
totall
y
differen
t
wa
y
o
f
lif
e
tha
n
wha
t
sh
e
wa
s
use
d
to
.

Everythin
g
wa
s
slowe
r
her
e
ou
t
i
n
th
e
countryside
.
Y
es,
th
e
villag
e
o
f
Cranmor
e
ha
d
everythin
g
a
youn
g
family
woul
d
nee
d
an
d
ther
e
wa
s
a
grea
t
sens
e
o
f
communit
y
but i
t
wa
s
ver
y
strang
e
t
o
b
e
plunge
d
int
o
th
e
bac
k
en
d
of nowher
e
whe
n
yo
u
wer
e
use
d
t
o
th
e
brigh
t
light
s
of Dublin
.

Gin
a
remembere
d
whe
n
the
y
firs
t
wen
t
t
o
the
supermarke
t
an
d
sh
e
couldn
’
t
believ
e
tha
t
everyon
e
knew
eac
h
other
’
s
name
.
Mos
t
familie
s
wer
e
relate
d
an
d
T
revor Humphrie
s
wa
s
certainl
y
a
ver
y
well-known
,
highl
y
regarded
fig
u
r
e
amongs
t
th
e
locals
.
H
e
wa
s
a
champio
n
footballer an
d
a
shrew
d
businessma
n
an
d
althoug
h
h
e
wa
s
sligh
t
in statur
e
–
lean
,
on
e
migh
t
sa
y
–
h
e
wa
s
a
magne
t
for respec
t
an
d
Gin
a
moulde
d
int
o
tha
t
sens
e
o
f
prid
e
a
s
a
comfor
t
t
o
he
r
lonelines
s
i
n
he
r
earlie
r
year
s
o
f
married
life
.