• Across the Barricades
  • Chapter 1

Lingard003

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"That's right. I'm working for Kate's da in his scrapyard.
Remember Kate, Brede's friend?"

"Indeed I do. She was sweet on you, wasn't she? used to fancy you, didn't she? Does she go with
the job?"

"Your tongue hasn't changed much, has it? Sarky as ever aren't you?"

She made a face at him. "I think the scrap business would suit
you rightly... roaming the streets and all that."

"The streets aren't the same as they used to be. Plenty scrap
lying about not what we're looking for."

Scrap in the streets: burnt-out cars and buses and armoured vehicles,
torn-up paving stones, barbed-wire coiled to form barricades. And
along the streets went soldiers on patrol with fingers on the triggers
of their guns, men and women eyeing them watchfully, suspiciously, and
bands of children playing at fighting and sometimes not just playing.
Sadei and Kevin were quiet. The subject was too difficult to talk
about, too difficult for them.

"It's a dead-end job anyway," said Kevin. "The scrap business. I
won't stay in it."

"What'll you do?"

He shrugged. "What are you dojng now? You haven't told me yet."

"I'm working in the a hat department," she said in an affected voice.

"You!"

"We get a very nice class of customer." She arched one eyebrow.

"I'll bet."

'You should see some of the old bags." Sadie rolled herx eyes.

Subject: 
Joan Lingard
Coverage: 
1972
Citation: 
Linen Hall Library, "Lingard003", Northern Ireland Literary Archive, accessed Mon, 08/08/2022 - 16:34, https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard003