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years is paying off. Live the life and see what you think. You’ll only get one chance to do it, right?’
    â€˜Susan, I don’t want that.’
    â€˜Well … what do you want?’
    Fuck it, he was walking straight into these.
    â€˜I … just want it to really get going so I can … y’know …’
    He heard her sigh.
    â€˜Jimmy, Amanda’s heading off tomorrow. I don’t know when she’ll be back and I need to spend a bit of time with her before she goes. She really hasn’t been herself. I should go.’
    â€˜Susan … can I call you?’
    â€˜Of course. Hey, you owe me a song, remember?’
    â€˜I do remember.’
    â€˜Any progress?’
    â€˜Well …’
    â€˜Too busy I guess, right?’
    â€˜Ah Susan, it’s not like that … I just have all this …’
    â€˜I’m only joking Jimmy. Look, I need to go.’
    â€˜I’ll call you. Soon.’
    â€˜Do if you like.’
    â€˜I will.’
    â€˜I mean it Jimmy. Call me because you want to. Not because you think you should. Okay?’
    â€˜Yeah. Sure. But of course I want to. I want to talk to you properly. Not like this. I need … I mean I want to …’
    Susan laughed again.
    â€˜Jimmy, I don’t think you know what you want right now.’
    â€˜Susan …’
    â€˜Seeya Jimmy. Take care of yourself. And, hey, give me a wave from your next video. That’d be cool.’
    She hung up.
    He sat up straight and felt the sweat trickle down his back. His hands and the phone were slimey and hot. Susan was nobody’s fucking idiot. She was afraid of the very same thing that Jimmy was. That he’d drift away from her, that he’d let the circus he was part of now pack up and leave her behind. He wanted so much to promise her that it wouldn’t happen. But how the fuck could he do that? It was getting so big now that he felt like he was just one of the clowns.
    *
    Norman met Trish out in The Yacht in Clontarf. A few pints, a bit of dinner and a couple of pints, and then a few quick pints before they walked back along the coast as far as Fairview, where he stopped a taxi for her and held her hand as she sat into it. His heart was going nineteen to the dozen as she sat there looking up at him. He had no clue what she wanted to happen next, but he wasn’t about to risk making a balls of the whole thing by opening his gob and so he just smiled at her and then cleared his throat.
    â€˜So … would it be okay if I called you again, Trish? I had a great night tonight.’
    â€˜Will you not be out in Baldoyle?’
    â€˜Ah, I’m pretty much done out there. I will be anyway by the time you get back next week.’
    â€˜Ah, that’s a shame. What about our poor roses?’
    â€˜Sure, it was only a small job. They’ll be grand for another while. So …’
    â€˜Give me a call next week. I’ll be working but I should be able to get off again on Friday night. They’re usually cool with the country girls getting home for the weekend if they can.’
    â€˜So you’ll be going back to Kerry?’
    She grinned up at him from the back of the taxi.
    â€˜Well … that might be up to you.’
    His belly did a flip and then they heard another voice muttering.
    â€˜Fuck sake …’
    It was the taxi man.
    â€˜Maybe you want to turn on your radio there?’ said Norman, leaning down.
    â€˜It’s broke. Go on. Pretend I’m not here. I’ve heard worse in annyway. I’ll start whistling if it gets too painful.’
    Norman turned back to Trish.
    â€˜So, maybe we can go for a meal next Friday? A proper one.’
    â€˜I’d love to.’
    Norman suddenly put his hands on his face.
    â€˜Oh no! Fuck!’
    â€˜Jesus. What? What is it?’
    â€˜Oh God, sorry Trish. I just remembered I’m going to a gig next Friday. Feck it anyway. Unless … do you