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who answered the phone in the hall said she’d take a message.
    At Ma and Da’s on Sunday, Annie didn’t show up. Lunch after twelve-thirty Mass was the only family ritual we held on to, and Annie still turned up most of the time.
    ‘Did she ring you, Ma, to say she wasn’t coming?’
    ‘She did not, the strap,’ said my da, who took her feckless behaviour as a personal insult. I played it down.
    ‘She might have the flu – the flat was freezing when I saw her on Thursday.’
    ‘Did she not have the gas fire on?’
    ‘She did, but you know she always opens the window when she smokes.’
    ‘She gets the smoking from you,’ my mother said to Da.
    ‘That’s all she got from me, Pauline, I can tell you.’
    I changed the subject, asked Da if he was going to the greyhounds on Thursday.
    The next day, Monday, I called round again with Dessie and there was no answer from her flat but I caught another girl on her way out. There were three bedsits in the two-storey house with a shared bathroom. I asked her if she’d seen Annie. ‘Not since Thursday or Friday, now that you mention it. I thought she was away. It’s usually her radio that wakes me.’
    That was the first time I felt a bit worried. Annie wouldn’t have gone away without telling me. Besides, where would she have gone?
    ‘With some fella?’ Dessie suggested, but clammed up again when I gave him a sharp look.
    We’d usually be in touch twice or three times a week, but on Wednesday I still hadn’t heard from her. I called to Ma’s, but she hadn’t heard from her either.
    ‘Did she say anything to you about going away?’
    ‘Not a thing. It’s weird.’
    I was still there when Da got home from the bakery.
    ‘She’s probably off on the piss somewhere. She’ll turn up.’
    ‘She’s never disappeared for so long before. It’s been nearly a week.’
    ‘When last did you see her?’
    ‘Last Thursday. She told me to call round on Saturday. She promised me she’d be there.’ I didn’t tell him about the painting set. There was no point.
    ‘She promised, did she?’ he said sarcastically.
    On Friday when we still couldn’t contact her, we all knew something was wrong. Da and me went to her flat together while Ma rang round her friends and some of the girls sheused to work with. At Annie’s flat, one of the other tenants said she hadn’t been there all week. We called the landlord from the phone in the hall and he came round, a large sweating man with a big nose, complaining about being disturbed after 6 p.m. He let us into her bedsit with his enormous set of keys. Everything was as neat as a pin as usual, but all the clothes I knew she had were still in the wardrobe, except her grey herringbone coat, the woollen sleeveless dress Ma had bought her for her birthday and the knee-high purple boots. I didn’t want to go rifling through all her stuff, but a quick glance told me she hadn’t gone on a trip. Her long holdall bag was still under the dresser. A single mug sat in the sink with a spot of mould in the bottom of it.
    ‘She’d never have left that there, Da, if she knew she was going away. Maybe for a few hours, but that’s got to have been there for days.’
    The landlord said, ‘Her rent is due next week you know. I won’t be left out of pocket.’
    ‘Would ya shut up!’ said my da, and inside I cheered because he was standing up for Annie and it was a very long time since I’d heard him do that. The landlord told us to leave, and said that if he didn’t get his rent the next week, he’d be putting Annie’s stuff in a bag on the doorstep.
    When we got home with our news, Ma was worried sick. None of Annie’s friends had seen her in over a week, and said she hadn’t turned up for two cleaning jobs in the city centre. That alone would not have rung alarm bells, but my timid mother had bravely gone into the Viking after dark. The regulars there all knew Annie, but they said she hadn’t been in for over a week.
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