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    <title>Lingard012</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>Catholic, Jim</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
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    <Transcript>﻿11

Tommy&#039;s face closed tightly. He went to the window and stood
looking into the small back yard. A patch of sunlight touched the
dustbin but the rest was in shadow.

&quot;Linda dear,” said Mrs Jackson, &quot;now if there&#039;s anything you
think we should know you must tell us.”

TLinda looked at Tommy&#039;s back. bnx ±He did not move.

&quot;That&#039;s right, Linda,” said Mr Jackson. &quot;Your father wouldn&#039;t like it if you didn&#039;t

&quot;I suppose I&#039;ll have to, won&#039;t I?” Linda kept her eyes on Tommy.
&quot;I mean to say, what else can I do?” She paused. &quot;She was with that
Catholic boy Kevin McCoy.”

Tommy wheeled round. &quot;Kevin?&quot;

&quot;A Catholic boy?” said Mrs Jackson in a stunned voice.

&quot;Yes, the one Sadie and Tommy got mixed with three summers ago,
the one whose sister got hurt.”

&quot;Brede,” said Tommy softlys.

&quot;That&#039;s the one,” said Linda, not liking the look in Tommy&#039;s eye.

Mrs Jackson eased herself into a seat by the table. She gripped
the edge of the wood with her red, house-worn hands. &quot;What&#039;s she
doing with him?

&quot;How should I know? I just saw the two of them together waiting
for a bus.”

&quot;Jim!” Mrs Jackson appealed to her husband, who had been scratching
his head and looking bewildered.

&quot;What do you know about this, Tommy?” he demanded.

&quot;Nothing...&quot; Tommy lifted his jacket. &quot;I&#039;m going to the pictures.
You can come if you want to, Linda.”
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