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    <title>Lingard010</title>
    <Collections>Chapter 2</Collections>
    <Contributor>Lingard Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1972</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</Date>
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    <Keywords>Aggie, Belfast</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
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    <Transcript>﻿9

&quot;But she doesn&#039;t gripe about it.&quot;

&quot;Pour us another cup of tea, Aggie.&quot; Mr Jackson psuhed his cup
across the table. &quot;And then I&#039;ll be off.&quot;

Mrs Jackson poured it.

They heard the front door opening and then Linda&#039;s voice calling,
&quot;Anybody in?&quot;

Her feet tapped in the lobby and then she opened the kitchen door.

&quot;Oh, hello, Linda,&quot; said Mrs Jackson. &quot;Did you get fed up waiting
for Tommy?&quot;

&quot;I was ready early so I just thought I&#039;d come on over.&quot; Linda
sat down on the chair Mrs Jackson had vacated and crossed her legs.
&quot;We&#039;re a bit late the night, &quot; said Mrs Jackson, running hot water
inx to the sink. &quot;We were waiting for Sadie.&quot;

&quot;I don&#039;t think she was coming g home.&quot; Linda smiled knowingly.
The Jacksons looked at her for it was obvious that Linda knew some-
thing.

&quot;Have you seen her?&quot; asked Tommy.

&quot;I saw her on the way home.&quot;

&quot;Where was she?&quot;

&quot;At a bus stop.&quot; Linda swiung her foot and then for a moment before she added, &quot;She
wasn&#039;t alone.&quot;

&quot;That&#039;s nothing new. She hardly ever is.&quot; Mrs Jackson scraped the remains of the food into the bucket.
&quot;Our Sadie knows the half of Belfast,&quot; she said, not without pride.
Part of her was pleased that Sadie knew so many people, the other
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