Here’s a short excerpt from my book. It is currently available as an ebook and I’m looking forward to the paperback edition. Should be ready tomorrow so maybe Monday for launch day . . .
“Upset!” Bridie turned sharply to her husband.
“She doesn’t know what upset is. What do you want to get married for?” she said to Brigit. “Aren’t you comfortable here? You never said before you wanted to leave. Of course we’re getting on now. You’re bored with us, I suppose.”
“Ma! Why would you say that? Don’t – ”
“Nothing for you here only knitting every night and listening to your father shouting at the television.”
“You leave me out of it,” Reuben said.
“Tears now and the dinner ruined. I know what you’re at. Oh aye, up to your old tricks again.”
“Am I talking to you? Am I? Am I talking to you?”
“Talking!” Reuben stood up.
“You’re not talking, woman, you’re ranting! Well, rant away. I’m going to eat in the kitchen.”
“This house is yours,” Bridie said, tugging at Brigit’s hands.
“You have all the security you want right here. I don’t understand why, all of a sudden, just because that fellow asks you out – ”
“It’s not just all of a sudden. He was always . . . there, you know. I thought you’d want me to get married. You did, you and Da – ”
“Huh! Him? Sure what did I know? I was only a girl.”
She put her hands on the table as if she was about to get up, and then she half-laughed.
“I married him because I liked his name.”
“Aye!” Reuben pushed open the kitchen door.
“I heard that. And it’s the only thing you ever liked about me.”
He pointed at Brigit.
“Do you know what she said when you were born? She said that I,” Reuben tapped his chest, “that I, was a monster to put her through all that, and she’d die before she’d let me near her again. One year I had of married life. There was no pills in them days – not that it would have made any difference to her. Marriage! Don’t talk to me about marriage! Work, work, work for me – take, take, take for her. And I’ll tell you more than that. She tried to make you the same as herself – wouldn’t allow you as much as a lipstick – ”
Bridie’s chair scraped on the floor. Her face was flaming, her cheeks bulging.
“Ma!” Brigit cried out.
“You’re a dirty man! Such things to say! You’re a dirty man to talk like that in front of your daughter.”
“Daughter!” Reuben roared. “Look at her! She’s nearly a middle-aged woman!”
“Da!” Brigit clapped her hands over her ears.
If you liked this excerpt, find out what happens next . . .