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story.’
    ‘You should get yourself a mobile.’
    ‘No way, I can’t stand the things. I really don’t understand why people want to make themselves available twenty-four hours a day. Do you know what I saw the other day? This couple walking down Baggot Street hand in hand, both talking on their mobiles. It was so sad.’
    ‘Come into the kitchen and relax. It’s nice and warm in there.’
    They sat down. Andrew tugged his mother’s hair and gurgled. It was as if he knew something was up.
    ‘Well?’ Claire raised her eyebrows.
    ‘I met a man,’ Anna announced, pleased as punch.
    ‘Where?’
    ‘At home in Ranelagh.’
    ‘I knew it!’
    ‘What? You couldn’t possibly . . .’
    ‘You always sort of had a thing for Mark!’
    ‘I did not.’
    ‘Did too. You were always going on about how good looking he was.’
    ‘I was not,’ Anna said indignantly. ‘I still think he’s good looking, but I would certainly not get involved with him. God, no. Anyway, it’s somebody else. His name’s Steve. He’s a twenty-three-year-old engineering student who looks like a God and has the sensitivity of an angel.’
    ‘Oh please, I’ve heard it all now.’
    ‘I’m serious, Claire, this could be the one.’
    ‘The one? Anna, I’m serious, I’m beginning to think you’re a burger short of a Big Mac. You’re old enough to be his mother!’
    ‘Age shouldn’t be an obstacle in the path of true love,’ Anna spoke solemnly.
    ‘It’ll never work.’
    ‘You always say that.’
    ‘And I’ve been right . . . so far.’
    ‘Well done.’
    ‘Listen,’ Claire wiped Andrew’s dribbling mouth with his bib, ‘I don’t want to be the one to put a dampener on things, but seven years is too . . .’
    ‘You’re right, I’ll go straight home and tell him to stay the hell away from me.’
    ‘Just be careful, that’s all.’
     
    Steve held the big green door open, a deep-red rose between his teeth.
    ‘How did you know it was me? It could have been the landlord,’ Anna giggled.
    ‘I was watching you come down the road. Hungry?’
    ‘Starving.’
    ‘It’s just as well I’m cooking.’
    ‘Is there anything you can’t do?’
    She followed him into his flat; a rich smell of curry came from the kitchen. Yummy. The phone rang outside.
    ‘Can you get that?’ Steve asked. ‘By the time you come back in dinner will be served.’
    Anna stepped out into the hallway and picked up the phone.
    ‘Hello?’ Please let it not be my mother , she begged.
    ‘Allo?’ The voice seemed very far away.
    ‘Hello, yes?’
    ‘Allo, ees Stephan zere?’
    ‘Er no . . . he’s not here at the moment. Who’s this?’
    ‘Claudine, ’ee told me ee’d be ’ome zees evening.’
    ‘Did he now?’
    ‘Can you give message?’
    ‘All right.’
    ‘Tell ’im I ’ave bought my plane teecket and I will be in Irlande zees Friday.’
     

CHAPTER FIVE
    The silver Mercedes convertible screeched to a halt, soaking Anna’s silk stockings.
    ‘Jesus Christ,’ she cried as she spotted the dirty spatters all across her Pretty Polly legs.
    ‘Would you like a lift?’ Mark Landon stuck his head out of the driver’s window.
    ‘Oh, I might as well,’ Anna muttered ungraciously and opened the passenger door. ‘And could you stop off at a shop so I can replace my stockings.’
    ‘Now you’re pushing it,’ Mark laughed. He looked well. Mark always took care of himself. Today he wore a sharp charcoal-grey suit, a crisp white shirt and a royal-blue tie. His aftershave was strong and he looked exquisite. He edged his way into the thick Dublin traffic.
    ‘You’re looking well,’ Mark said. It was always the first thing he said to her. It didn’t matter if she was posting a letter with a face full of spots and a head full of chip grease or if she’d just spent four hours in the hairdressers.
    ‘Thank you,’ Anna replied dryly. ‘So do you.’
    ‘How’s the love life?’ That was always Mark’s first question. God, she could read him