been silent all night afterwards. Sarah hoped the pressure wasnât getting too much for him.
This morning in school, despite Sarahâs denials, Miss Heffernan had finally decided that she was ill. âYouâre looking very pale,â sheâd said. âYou canât concentrate at all, and you havenât got up to a single piece of devilment all morning. Youâre not yourself. Go home and rest.â
It was typical, really. More than once Sarah had spent hours trying to make Miss Heffernan or some other teacher think she wasnât well, so that theyâd send her home. It had never once worked. Now here she was, not even thinking of skiving off, and she was sent out. Life was a lot of things, but it wasnât sensible.
As she passed Haddington Road church a beggar shook a tin can at her from his pitch outside the gate. A couple of coins rattled in the bottom of the can. The beggar had no legs beneath the knees. Another âluckyâ survivor of the war, probably. There were a lot of them about.
While the Great War was still on there had been talk of how good things would be after it ended. The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland would be made, it was said, into âa land fit for heroesâ. Then the war ended, and there was no more talk of that kind. There hadnât even been jobs for a lot of the returning soldiers. Sarah had heard that half of the Black and Tans had been recruited from the ranks of unemployed ex-Tommies. It had all been a bit of a swiz.
âSpare a copper for an auld soldier, miss,â the beggarsaid, âthat lost two legs for little Belgium.â
Ma usually gave Sarah a penny to buy sweets on her way home. She fished in her pocket now till she found todayâs coin, and threw it into the box.
âGod bless you, miss,â the beggar said. âGod bless you, and the saint that bore you.â
Sarah walked on, wondering whether she should inform Ma that a beggar had canonised her. She didnât notice the approaching motor car until its horn sounded. It drew up to a stop beside her with its engine running. The man she knew as Rory Moore sat behind the steering wheel. Moore wore a motoring cap and coat, and looked very smart. He was alone.
Thereâd been no sign of Moore since Sunday night. Sarah had imagined him busy next door, persuading Fowles to leave her Da alone. She didnât like him, but she was grateful for his help.
âGood day to you, Miss Conway,â Moore said, tipping the peak of the cap. âAre you going far?â
âMy teacher sent me home,â she said. âShe thought I was sick.â
âAnd are you?â
âOnly distracted. Thereâs a lot going on.â
âIndeed,â said Rory Moore. âIndeed there is.â
Sarah looked admiringly at the car. It must be wonderful to have a machine like that. You could just drive anddrive and leave all these troubles behind.
Moore spotted the longing in her look. âWhy donât you get in?â he said. âYou can go home in style.â
Sarah considered. She had her doubts about Rory Moore. There was something about him she just didnât trust. Maybe it was only his smoothness. But you didnât have to trust a man to like his car. And wasnât travelling in a machine like this one of her great ambitions in life?
âAll right,â she said. Moore opened the passenger door. Sarah jumped up on the runningboard and clambered in. The car smelled of leather. The whole machine vibrated with the engineâs hum. Sarah settled herself gingerly into the seat.
âWe can go for a drive if you like,â Moore said. âMy work is done for the morning. Where would you like to go? Kingstown? The mountains? Skerries?â
Sarah was very tempted. These distant places were sites for daytrips that normally had to be carefully planned. In a motor car you could just take off and go to any of them. She looked at
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