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realise, listening to Glea
mostly, that people like
her did not want any kind
of freedom they wanted
to be tethered.
On the face of it Glea had
seemed to be looking for
the same thing I was with
the throwing off of the
oldie part of goldie, and
the putting together of
the G with Lea to make
up something new. And it
had seemed to me when
I first met her as though
we were maybe coming
from similar places. And
for a time I kind of liked
her, I have to admit that.
It wasn’t her looks – as
I’ve mentioned, she was
ordinary, to say the least.
But then when I found we
were actually moving in
opposite directions I lost
interest in her. She wasn’t
moving in any direction
in fact. She was simply
side-steeping the void.
Underneath she was as
bad as Aggie.
Now I want to say a word
or two about my brother
Ciaran. I would have left
the house share a little
while before I did, except
that Ciaran came to stay
– he liked to do that
sometimes when his wife
Lorna went to visit her
mother. Because he didn’t
like being alone. So weird!
But I’d said he could and
didn’t want to go back on
my word. And I did wonder
if he wasn’t going through
a bad patch of some kind
because the week before,
when I’d been staring idly
out of the kitchen window
at about 7am I suddenly
saw him outside the gate
looking furtive. What the
… was he doing there at
that hour? I banged on
the window and he came