[{"node":{"title":"Lingard099","Collections":"Chapter 10","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard099","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Formica, Procession","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard099","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard099_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff91\n\n\"You don't want him to be hurt again, do you?\" Brede was saying,\ncutting into her thoughts.\n\n\"Of course not.\"\n\n\"Then you won't see him?\" Brede sat back.\n\n\"I'm not sure.\" Sadie lifted her head. \"I can't promise, Brede.\nI have to think about it.\"\n\n\"Think carefully then.\" Brede stood up.She straightened her back,\nwith her hand at the backside of her hip, the way her mother did when\nshe was tired. \"There's times when it might be all right for a\nCatholic boy to be walking out with a Protestant girl, but now's\nnot one of them. And in streets like these. There's enough blood,\nSadie, without any more getting shed.\"\n\nAnd with that, Brede left the cafe. Sadie stared at the sticky\nrims on the red formica-topped table. What Brede said was true. And\nBrede's motives were good. She liked Brede: that was why she had\nlistened. If Linda Mullet had said the same things she would have\nwalked out defaintly to meet Kevin McCoy. But now... Now what?\n\nShe looked at the clock above the cafe counter. It said twentyTen\nminutes topast seven. In twenty mintues time Kevin would be standing\nby the river waiting for her, trusting that she would come.\n\nThe cafe proprietor came back. \"Another coffee?\" he asked.\n\nShe shook her head. She got up, pushed back her chair, walked\nout into the streets fresh air. There was noise a in the street.\nA procession was coming. She heard the tootle of the flutes and the\n","Type":"Text"}}]