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what Satan's children had done to the car.
"The car will be all right, won't it?" asked poor Hetty anxiously, as she broke into a run.
"I sincerely hope so," I answered, walking briskly after 24 / marian keyes
her. I really did sincerely hope so. The chances of getting home any other way were apparently very slim indeed.
"We should never have come," she said miserably.
"Yes, we should have," said Megan gregariously. "I've had a great time."
"So've I," came Meredia's voice, as she lumbered along about fifty yards behind the rest of us.
Unbelievably, the car was fine.
As soon as we rounded the corner, the little girl who was supposed to be guarding the car appeared as if from nowhere. I don't know what kind of threatening look she gave Hetty, but it was enough to make her imme- diately grope around in her purse for another couple of pounds to give to the girl.
We couldn't see any of the other children, but we could hear whooping noises and shrieks and the sound of smashing glass coming from some- where nearby.
As we drove out of the project we passed a crowd of them. They were doing something to a camper van. Completely destroying it, I think.
"Don't they have to be in bed at any time?" asked Hetty anxiously, ap- palled by her first brush with a ghetto. "I mean, where are their parents? What are they doing? Surely something can be done?"
The children were delighted to see us. As our car approached them, they began laughing and shouting and pointing and cackling. Obviously they were still greatly interested in Meredia. Three or four of the boys gave chase to us and managed to run alongside us, laughing and making revolt- ing faces at us, for quite a distance before we managed to shake them.
As soon as it became obvious that we had made good our escape from the little brats, we relaxed. It was time for the postmortem on what Mrs. Nolan had said and the lucy sullivan is getting married / 25
four of us were a bit excitable. The noise in the car was deafening, with Meredia and Megan competing to tell their stories.
"She knew that I was Australian," burst in Megan excitedly. "And she says that I'm going to have some sort of split in my life, but that good will come of it and I'll cope with it marvelously, the way I do with everything." She said the last piece a bit smugly.
"So maybe it's time to go traveling again," she continued. "Either way it looks as if I won't have to be looking at your ugly mugs for much longer."
"She said I'd come into money," said Meredia happily.
"Good," said Hetty, sounding oddly bitter. "Then you can give me back that twenty-pound note you owe me."
I noticed that Hetty was quieter than usual. She wasn't joining in with the general hilarity and excitement but was just driving the car and staring straight ahead.
Was her upper-crust conservative body still in shock from such close contact with working-class children? Or was it something else?
"What did she say to you, Hetty?" I asked, a bit concerned. "Did she tell you something bad was going to happen?"
"Yes," said Hetty, in a little voice. She even sounded a small bit tearful!
"What was it? What did she say?" we all blurted out at once, drawing our faces nearer to hers, eager to hear predictions of terrible things--acci- dents, illness, death, bankruptcy, mortgage companies foreclosing, boilers bursting--whatever.
"She said that very soon I'm going to meet the love of my life," said Hetty tearfully.
A silence fell in the car. Oh dear! That was bad. Very bad. 26 / marian keyes
Very bad indeed.
Poor Hetty!
It's unsettling to be told you're going to meet the love of your life when you're already married with two children.
"She says I'm going to be completely smitten with him," sniffed Hetty. "It's going to be awful. There's never been a divorce in our family. And what about Marcus and Montague?" (Or it might have been "Troilus and Tristan" or "Cecil and Sebastian.") "They're finding boarding school
"The car will be all right, won't it?" asked poor Hetty anxiously, as she broke into a run.
"I sincerely hope so," I answered, walking briskly after 24 / marian keyes
her. I really did sincerely hope so. The chances of getting home any other way were apparently very slim indeed.
"We should never have come," she said miserably.
"Yes, we should have," said Megan gregariously. "I've had a great time."
"So've I," came Meredia's voice, as she lumbered along about fifty yards behind the rest of us.
Unbelievably, the car was fine.
As soon as we rounded the corner, the little girl who was supposed to be guarding the car appeared as if from nowhere. I don't know what kind of threatening look she gave Hetty, but it was enough to make her imme- diately grope around in her purse for another couple of pounds to give to the girl.
We couldn't see any of the other children, but we could hear whooping noises and shrieks and the sound of smashing glass coming from some- where nearby.
As we drove out of the project we passed a crowd of them. They were doing something to a camper van. Completely destroying it, I think.
"Don't they have to be in bed at any time?" asked Hetty anxiously, ap- palled by her first brush with a ghetto. "I mean, where are their parents? What are they doing? Surely something can be done?"
The children were delighted to see us. As our car approached them, they began laughing and shouting and pointing and cackling. Obviously they were still greatly interested in Meredia. Three or four of the boys gave chase to us and managed to run alongside us, laughing and making revolt- ing faces at us, for quite a distance before we managed to shake them.
As soon as it became obvious that we had made good our escape from the little brats, we relaxed. It was time for the postmortem on what Mrs. Nolan had said and the lucy sullivan is getting married / 25
four of us were a bit excitable. The noise in the car was deafening, with Meredia and Megan competing to tell their stories.
"She knew that I was Australian," burst in Megan excitedly. "And she says that I'm going to have some sort of split in my life, but that good will come of it and I'll cope with it marvelously, the way I do with everything." She said the last piece a bit smugly.
"So maybe it's time to go traveling again," she continued. "Either way it looks as if I won't have to be looking at your ugly mugs for much longer."
"She said I'd come into money," said Meredia happily.
"Good," said Hetty, sounding oddly bitter. "Then you can give me back that twenty-pound note you owe me."
I noticed that Hetty was quieter than usual. She wasn't joining in with the general hilarity and excitement but was just driving the car and staring straight ahead.
Was her upper-crust conservative body still in shock from such close contact with working-class children? Or was it something else?
"What did she say to you, Hetty?" I asked, a bit concerned. "Did she tell you something bad was going to happen?"
"Yes," said Hetty, in a little voice. She even sounded a small bit tearful!
"What was it? What did she say?" we all blurted out at once, drawing our faces nearer to hers, eager to hear predictions of terrible things--acci- dents, illness, death, bankruptcy, mortgage companies foreclosing, boilers bursting--whatever.
"She said that very soon I'm going to meet the love of my life," said Hetty tearfully.
A silence fell in the car. Oh dear! That was bad. Very bad. 26 / marian keyes
Very bad indeed.
Poor Hetty!
It's unsettling to be told you're going to meet the love of your life when you're already married with two children.
"She says I'm going to be completely smitten with him," sniffed Hetty. "It's going to be awful. There's never been a divorce in our family. And what about Marcus and Montague?" (Or it might have been "Troilus and Tristan" or "Cecil and Sebastian.") "They're finding boarding school
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