name is Don Reilly, I work for the Daily Journal . I wonder if I could talk to you about your comments on Forever FM?'
Chapter 3
It was almost five past seven when Dee rang the doorbell of the Fitzgeralds' handsome detached house in its own grounds on the hill overlooking Banford. As she waited, she turned to look at the twinkling lights of the village below with the harbour silhouetted in the background and breathed deeply. She loved living here. It was a small town where everyone knew everyone, but the anonymity of Dublin was less than thirty minutes' drive away; definitely the best of both worlds. The door was thrown open and Dee whirled around to see Julia smiling at her.
'Dee, darling, there you are. We thought you'd got lost.'
'Sorry, Sam was—'
'Conor and Ronan are in the living room, go on through.' Julia strode back down the hall towards the kitchen.
Dee sighed and went in search of the two men. They were standing by the fireplace drinking beer and chatting and in the moment before they spotted her, she had a glimpse of the unspoken closeness between father and son.
'Dee!' Ronan turned and smiled and came over to hug her. 'Don't you look lovely?'
She laughed. She had just swapped her customary jeans for a denim skirt so this was a slight exaggeration.
'What will you have to drink?'
'One of them, please.' Dee nodded at their cans. 'Hey, birthday boy, how are you?' she said, smiling at Conor when Ronan had left them.
'I'll be better once I've had my birthday kiss,' he murmured, pulling her into his arms.
Dee turned up her face to oblige and marvelled, as she always did, at how tiny he made her feel and, at five foot seven and nine and a half stone, that was an achievement. He was only three inches taller than her but he was broad and thickset and substantial, the kind of man that made you feel safe. She kissed him gently on the lips and when she drew back he protested.
'Is that it?'
'For now,' she murmured, and handed him a gift as his dad returned with her drink.
'Here you go, love.'
'Thanks, Ronan.'
'This is great, Dee, thanks.' Conor kissed her again and held up the shirt for his father's inspection. 'What do you think, Dad?'
'Very nice.'
'And the DVD, is it the one you wanted?'
'It certainly is. You should come over tomorrow night, Dad, and watch it with me.'
'I'm sure you'd prefer to watch it with Dee.'
She shuddered. 'Oh, no, I couldn't watch one of those blood and guts films; it would give me nightmares for weeks.'
'So are you doing anything tonight?' Ronan asked the couple.
Dee looked at Conor. 'What do you think? Would you be up for a wild night out in Banford's hotspots?'
Conor shook his head worriedly. 'It is a week night.'
'Live dangerously,' she urged.
He grinned. 'Okay then, a pint in Casey's it is.'
'You're as mad as each other,' Ronan said.
'Want to come along?' Dee asked.
'Come where?' Julia bustled in. 'Tea's ready.' She looked pointedly at the beer can in Dee's hand.
'The pub,' Conor said, leading the way into the dining room and smirking at the array of tiny sandwiches and cream cake on the table.
Dee smothered a giggle and avoided his eyes. 'This looks lovely, Julia, thank you.'
'I'd have preferred steak and chips,' Ronan murmured.
'What was that?' Julia's eyes glittered.
'Nothing, dear.'
Julia proceeded to pour stewed tea into tiny china cups as her son picked up two ham sandwiches and bit into them together. 'Conor, really!'
'It's my birthday,' he pointed out, helping himself to two more.
Julia's eyes misted up. 'Thirty-two years ago today; I can't believe it. Your father cried when he saw you.'
'Yeah, you were such an ugly little bugger.' Ronan loaded up his plate.
'He was not,' Julia said stoutly, 'he was a chubby little chap with a mass of black hair and the most wonderful dimples.'
Dee grinned at Conor. 'Have you any pictures, Julia?'
'Yes, of course!' Julia was on her feet.
'She's joking, Mum,' Conor said.
Julia sat down again. 'Very funny.'
'I'm
Chapter 3
It was almost five past seven when Dee rang the doorbell of the Fitzgeralds' handsome detached house in its own grounds on the hill overlooking Banford. As she waited, she turned to look at the twinkling lights of the village below with the harbour silhouetted in the background and breathed deeply. She loved living here. It was a small town where everyone knew everyone, but the anonymity of Dublin was less than thirty minutes' drive away; definitely the best of both worlds. The door was thrown open and Dee whirled around to see Julia smiling at her.
'Dee, darling, there you are. We thought you'd got lost.'
'Sorry, Sam was—'
'Conor and Ronan are in the living room, go on through.' Julia strode back down the hall towards the kitchen.
Dee sighed and went in search of the two men. They were standing by the fireplace drinking beer and chatting and in the moment before they spotted her, she had a glimpse of the unspoken closeness between father and son.
'Dee!' Ronan turned and smiled and came over to hug her. 'Don't you look lovely?'
She laughed. She had just swapped her customary jeans for a denim skirt so this was a slight exaggeration.
'What will you have to drink?'
'One of them, please.' Dee nodded at their cans. 'Hey, birthday boy, how are you?' she said, smiling at Conor when Ronan had left them.
'I'll be better once I've had my birthday kiss,' he murmured, pulling her into his arms.
Dee turned up her face to oblige and marvelled, as she always did, at how tiny he made her feel and, at five foot seven and nine and a half stone, that was an achievement. He was only three inches taller than her but he was broad and thickset and substantial, the kind of man that made you feel safe. She kissed him gently on the lips and when she drew back he protested.
'Is that it?'
'For now,' she murmured, and handed him a gift as his dad returned with her drink.
'Here you go, love.'
'Thanks, Ronan.'
'This is great, Dee, thanks.' Conor kissed her again and held up the shirt for his father's inspection. 'What do you think, Dad?'
'Very nice.'
'And the DVD, is it the one you wanted?'
'It certainly is. You should come over tomorrow night, Dad, and watch it with me.'
'I'm sure you'd prefer to watch it with Dee.'
She shuddered. 'Oh, no, I couldn't watch one of those blood and guts films; it would give me nightmares for weeks.'
'So are you doing anything tonight?' Ronan asked the couple.
Dee looked at Conor. 'What do you think? Would you be up for a wild night out in Banford's hotspots?'
Conor shook his head worriedly. 'It is a week night.'
'Live dangerously,' she urged.
He grinned. 'Okay then, a pint in Casey's it is.'
'You're as mad as each other,' Ronan said.
'Want to come along?' Dee asked.
'Come where?' Julia bustled in. 'Tea's ready.' She looked pointedly at the beer can in Dee's hand.
'The pub,' Conor said, leading the way into the dining room and smirking at the array of tiny sandwiches and cream cake on the table.
Dee smothered a giggle and avoided his eyes. 'This looks lovely, Julia, thank you.'
'I'd have preferred steak and chips,' Ronan murmured.
'What was that?' Julia's eyes glittered.
'Nothing, dear.'
Julia proceeded to pour stewed tea into tiny china cups as her son picked up two ham sandwiches and bit into them together. 'Conor, really!'
'It's my birthday,' he pointed out, helping himself to two more.
Julia's eyes misted up. 'Thirty-two years ago today; I can't believe it. Your father cried when he saw you.'
'Yeah, you were such an ugly little bugger.' Ronan loaded up his plate.
'He was not,' Julia said stoutly, 'he was a chubby little chap with a mass of black hair and the most wonderful dimples.'
Dee grinned at Conor. 'Have you any pictures, Julia?'
'Yes, of course!' Julia was on her feet.
'She's joking, Mum,' Conor said.
Julia sat down again. 'Very funny.'
'I'm
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