One Night Only (46 page)

“Lia
r
,
”
sai
d
Gina
.

“Oh
,
oka
y
then
.
Bu
t
I’
d
mak
e
hi
m
be
g
fo
r
i
t
first.
”

Th
e
though
t
o
f
Rut
h
bouncin
g
he
r
bi
g
voluptuous breast
s
o
n
to
p
o
f
Johnn
y
Depp
’
s
beautifu
l
fac
e
pu
t
images
in Polly
’
s
head
that
she
really
didn
’
t
need
at
that
moment,
s
o
sh
e
cranke
d
u
p
th
e
tune
s
an
d
concentrate
d
o
n
the wind
y
roa
d
ahead
.

W
ithi
n
th
e
hou
r
,
the
y
ha
d
crosse
d
th
e
borde
r
into Donega
l
and
,
wit
h
th
e
sunn
y
evenin
g
settlin
g
dow
n
t
o
a
comfortabl
e
haz
e
outside
,
the
y
turne
d
of
f
th
e
mai
n
road ont
o
a
countr
y
lan
e
tha
t
seeme
d
t
o
g
o
o
n
foreve
r
an
d
took
a
shar
p
lef
t
throug
h
th
e
magnificen
t
gate
s
tha
t
le
d
t
o
the
Cov
e
Countr
y
Club
.

“
O
h
m
y
God
,
it
’
s
flippin
’
gorgeous!
”
sai
d
Gina
.
“Where
ar
e
w
e
again?
”

“Somewher
e
i
n
Donegal
,
i
n
th
e
bac
k
en
d
o
f
nowhere, that
’
s
where,
”
sai
d
Poll
y
.
“An
d
doesn
’
t
i
t
fee
l
lik
e
heaven already!
”

“I
t
does,
”
sai
d
Ruth
.
“I
n
fact
,
I
fee
l
lik
e
takin
g
m
y
clothes
of
f
an
d
streakin
g
acros
s
th
e
lawns
.
Bu
t
I
won
’
t
jus
t
no
w
.
I’l
l
sav
e
yo
u
al
l
tha
t
gloriou
s
sigh
t
fo
r
late
r
.
”

Cu
e
mor
e
unwelcom
e
thought
s
i
n
Polly
’
s
head
.
T
ess
looke
d
lik
e
sh
e
migh
t
vomit
.

“M
e
too!
”
sai
d
Gina
.

“O
h
Swee
t
Mariah!
”
T
es
s
exclaime
d
an
d
the
y
al
l
burst ou
t
laughing
.

Whateve
r
wa
s
i
n
th
e
Donega
l
ai
r
,
i
t
wa
s
workin
g
a
treat
.
The
y
al
l
fel
t
bette
r
alread
y
.

A
s
the
y
gathere
d
thei
r
bag
s
an
d
case
s
fro
m
th
e
boot,
Poll
y
go
t
a
shor
t
shar
p
rus
h
o
f
guil
t
throug
h
he
r
veins.
Wha
t
wa
s
sh
e
doin
g
i
n
thi
s
strang
e
place
,
wit
h
strange compan
y
(apar
t
fro
m
he
r
siste
r
wh
o
wa
s
onl
y
strange
som
e
o
f
th
e
time
)
an
d
withou
t
he
r
darlin
g
boy
s
t
o
keep he
r
occupied
?
Sh
e
wondere
d
woul
d
Jame
s
remembe
r
to hav
e
Franki
e
brus
h
hi
s
teeth
?
W
oul
d
h
e
kno
w
ho
w
to sooth
e
th
e
twin
s
wit
h
a
vers
e
o
f
‘
T
winkl
e
T
winkle
’
i
f
they wouldn
’
t
g
o
t
o
sleep
?
W
oul
d
h
e
eve
n
drea
m
o
f
telling
Franki
e
a
bedtim
e
–
?

“Sto
p
it!
”
sai
d
T
ess
,
readin
g
he
r
mind
.
“Sto
p
it
immediatel
y!
I
t
’
s
on
e
nigh
t
onl
y
,
fo
r
goodness
’
sak
e
and
you’l
l
b
e
bac
k
i
n
you
r
W
eetabix-staine
d
apro
n
b
y
tomorrow
eve
n
i
n
g
.
Y
o
u
neve
r
d
o
anythin
g
lik
e
this
.
Leav
e
th
e
guilt behind.
”

“Oh
,
I
can
’
t
hel
p
it
.
It
’
s
normal
,
it
’
s
natural
.
Mayb
e
I
shoul
d
jus
t
cal
l
an
d
–
”

“Look!
”
sai
d
T
ess
,
lookin
g
he
r
siste
r
righ
t
i
n
th
e
eye.
T
he
y
wer
e
exactl
y
th
e
sam
e
height
.
“Ou
t
o
f
al
l
th
e
husbands
involve
d
i
n
thi
s
we
e
getawa
y
,
Jame
s
wa
s
th
e
most
encouraging
.
H
e
migh
t
no
t
sa
y
much
,
bu
t
h
e
know
s
how t
o
kee
p
thing
s
i
n
contro
l
a
t
home
.
An
d
h
e
sai
d
he’
d
cal
l
if
h
e
neede
d
t
o
kno
w
wher
e
th
e
neares
t
hospita
l
was!
”