{"nodes":[{"node":{"title":"Lingard174","Collections":"Chapter 18","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard174","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Bunting, Drums, Beating","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard174","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/Lingard174_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff166\n\nCHAPTER EIGHTEEN\n\n\"I wonder why he doesn't phone,\" said. Sadie. Each morning she dusted\nthe telephone, wondering if it would ring for her that day. But there\nit sat, black,and squat, and silent.\n\n\"He will,\" said Mr Blake. \"One of these days. Perhaps at the\nmoment it's too difficult. He's got all sorts of things to work out.\"\n\n\"I hope he's all right.\"\n\nSheSadie worried about him but there was nothing she could do. She\ncould not go to t his house and ask for him.\n\n\"You're quiet these days,\" said her mother. \"Are you sickening\nfor something?\"\n\n\" No.\"\n\n\"You don't go out much either. It's not like you.\"\n\n\"I've nowhere to go.\"\n\nShe sat in her bedroom, reading sometimes, or writing letters to\nKevin that she tore up afterwards, often just sitting staring out\nthrough the window at the bunting that linked the houses in the\n\nstreet. The flags and banners were out, and the flags; and each evening she\nheard the sound of bands practising for the big day. Drums beating.\nChildren shouted in the street, excited by the noise and colour.\nThe army had been reinforced to max keep down the amount of trouble.\n\nKevin might be ill. Or he could hadve been beaten up again by Rafferty\nand g his gandg. Or perhaps he had just did not want to see her\nagainany more. He might have found another girl, one from his own street,\nwhom he could take out without complication. All the possibilities\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1019"}},{"node":{"title":"Lingard175","Collections":"Chapter 18","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard175","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Lodge, Bowler","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard175","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/Lingard175_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff167\n\nwhirled in her mind.\n\n\"I'm glad you've stopped seeing Kevin,\" said Tommy. \"You'll\nforget him after a while. It's just as well.\"\n\nOn the eve of the 'Twelfth' the bonfires were lit. From her window Sadie watched\nthe children lighting the one at the end of their street. The flames\nleapt high, spitting against the dark sky. The children danced round\nit singing Ornaange songs.\n\nThe next morning the Jacksons were astir early. Hr Jackson was\nwalking in the parade. His bowler hat lay burshedbrushed and smooth on the\nhall table. He wore his best navy-blue suit and white shirt, and\nthe sash of his lodge, purple and gold. Mrs Jackson took out her\nrollers after breakfast and combed out her hair, then went upstairs\nto take off her dressing gown and put on her Sunday clothes.\n\nTommy was going out, just to see the parade pass, but not not\nto take part in it.\n\n\"Why don't you go with him?\" Mrs Jackson asked Sadie.\n\n\"I've seen it often enough.\"\n\n\"Better for you than sitting in the house brooding. I don't know\nwhat's come over you.\" SheMrs Jackson shook her head.\n\n\"When I went out all the time you were always complaining.\"\n\nBut Mrs Jackson was not listening. She was fussing in front of\nthe mirror, demanding to know if her hair was all right, and her hat.\n\nMr Jackson put on his bowler hat and set off up the street to\njoin the other members of his lodge. Then A little while later\nMrs Jackson and Tommy went out. Tommy avoided Sadie's eye.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1020"}},{"node":{"title":"Lingard176","Collections":"Chapter 18","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard176","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Finaghy, Holiday","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard176","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/Lingard176_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff168\n\nNow Sadie was alone. She stood at the street front door. The street\nwas empty; nearly everyone would bewas out lining the route to the\n\u2019field' at Finaghy. The sky was overcast, threatening rain. 'Cemented with love'\n'No Surrender' said the bannerstreamer hanging near their houselimply across the street. The sound of\nthe xxxxxxxxxxxx bands reached her.\n\nShe could not spend the day in this deserted street. She could\ngo to Mr Blake's but for once did not feel like it. She would be\nrestless in his tidy villa in the suburban road. She would go\nto Bangor. It might not be an ideal day for the seaside but she\nknew now that that was where she was going to go.\n\nThe rain started when she got off the bus. She pulled up the\nhood of her anorak and walked along by the sea wall enjoying the\nsmell of the sea and the fresh whip of the wind in her face.\n\nAt the end of the wall she met Kevin. He was leaning against it\nlooking out at the sea.\n\n\u2019Hello,\" she said.\n\nHe turned. \"Hello.\" He smiled.\n\nShe leaned against the wall beside him. \"Did you know I'd come here today?\"\n\n\"I had a feeling you might. Come on, let's go out and have some\ncoffee and get out of the rain.\"\n\nHe took her arm and led her across the street. The cafe was\nfull of wet holiday makers staring miserably at the rain streaming\ndown the windows. Sadie and To Kevin sat huddled together in a\nconrer smiling at one another. For a few minutes they said very\nlittle, They neededing time to adjust to seeing one another again.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1021"}},{"node":{"title":"Lingard177","Collections":"Chapter 18","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard177","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Travel, Bus","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard177","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/Lingard177_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff169\n\nAnd then Sadie asked him why he had not phoned.\n\n\"It seemed wiser,\" he said.\n\n\"But you came today.\"\n\n\"There\u2019s days I feel wise and days I don't. But I'm glad to\nsee you again, Sadie.\"\n\n\"Me too.\"She was glad too.\n\nIt rained on and off most of the day but it did not concern them.\nThe hours passed happily and without anxiety.\n\n\"I'm out of work, Sadie,\" Kevin told her. \"That's been another of\nthe things that's been bugging me. I don't know what I'm going to\ndo at all. I've even been thinking; of going away.\"\n\n\"Leave Belfast you mean?\" she cried.\n\nHe nodded. \"Imight have to.\"\n\nS \"I would miss you.\" The sparkle died in hers eyes.\n\n\"Don't be sad. This isn't a day for being sad. It'll probably\nnot happen anyway. If I can get work here I'll stay. Let me\nsee you smile.\" She smiled, and he leaned forward and kissed her.\n\n\"I'll smile again if that's what happens,\" she said.\n\nAt the end of the day he too kerher to the bus station. They It\nwould be safer for them to travel home separately, he said. He\nwould take the bus after hers. Sadie agreed with a sigh. It was\nhard not to be able to ride home on the bus together, hand in hand;\nit was the right way to finsish off such a day.\n\n\"Not much is right these days, Sadie,\" said Kevin.\n\nShe touched his face. It had darkened again. She hated to see\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1022"}},{"node":{"title":"Lingard178","Collections":"Chapter 18","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard178","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Station, Family","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard178","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/Lingard178_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff170\n\nhim like that. She loved his laugh, the  mischievous glint in his\ndark eyes. Some of his gaeity had gone. He was changing.\n\nShe put her head against his shoulder and he stroked her hair.\nHis sweater felt rough against her face.\n\n\"Being with you feels right, Sadie,\" he whispered.\n\n\"I think so too.\"\n\n\"You must go soon. Your bus is due.\"\n\nShe looked up at him. \"When shall I see you? At Mr Blake\u2019s?\"\n\nHe hesitated for a moment. \"All right,\" he said. \"We'll be careful.\"\n\n\"Wednesday?\"\n\n\"O.K. Off you goi\"\n\nHe kissed her quickly then pushed her gently away. He stood in\nthe alley with his back to the  wall. The rain had stopped but dark\nclouds covered the sky keeping the night chill. He stood and thought\nof Sadie until it was time to go to the bus station and catch the last\nbus home.\n\n\"Now you'll not forget to p be in for the rent and the Insurance?\"\nsaid Mrs McCoy.\n\n\"Stop fussing, Ma. I've got it all wtitten down.\" Kevin waved\na sheet of paper. \"Where to get the butter one pence cheaper, the\nbest day for t fish.\"\n\n\"And you can ask Brede about anything I've forgotten?.\"\n\n\"You can't have forgotten anything, surely to goodness!\"\n\nMrs McCoy could never leave her family without checking each every\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1023"}},{"node":{"title":"Lingard179","Collections":"Chapter 18","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard179","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Tyrone, Babies","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard179","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/Lingard179_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff171\n\ndetail, taking into account every possible calamity. Mr McCoy had\ntwoa weeks holiday so they were both going offf to Tyrone taking wiht\nthem the baby and the next two youngest children.\n\n\"Are you ready for off then?\" asked Uncle Albert, putting his head\nround the kitchen door.\n\n\"Not be a minute, Albeit,\" said Mrs McCoy, wrapping the baby\u2019s\nfeeding bottle in a cloth and putting it into hera    bulging shoppingcarrier\nbag. Then she put out her arms for the baby. Kevin had been holding\nher.\n\n\"There you arey.\" He swung the baby across.\n\n\"Careful, Kevin! You nearly stopped mey heart there.\"\n\n\"I've held plenty of babies in x my time, have I not?\"\n\n\"'Deed I suppose you have!\"\n\n\"Mary!\" Mr McCoy was calling from the front street.\n\n\"Coming, Pete.\"\n\nKevin carried the bag out for her. The other two children were\nalready in the back of the car, climbing over the seat, jumping up a\nand down withe excitement.\n\n\"It\u2019s about time!\" said Mr McCoy, helping his wife to get in to\nthe back of the car with the baby. \"It'll be dark before we get there.\"\n\n\"It certainly will,\" said Kevin.\n\n\"Oh,I don't know,\" said Uncle Albert, who had never made the trip\nto Tyrone without at least one breakdown,but would never in advance\nadmit to it being the remotest possibility. His memory sieved out\nanything he didn't want to remember. Just as well, thought Kevin, as\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1024"}},{"node":{"title":"Lingard180","Collections":"Chapter 18","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard180","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Tyrone, Father","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard180","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/Lingard180_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff172\n\nhe watched Uncle Albert cranking up the car. He wished he was like\nhim.\n\nThe engine sprang to life. Uncle Albert cocked his head in\nadmiration. \"Going as a sweet as a bird, eh, Kevin?\"\n\n\"Sweeter.\"\n\nUncle Albert whistled as he put the starting handle back in the bo\nboot amongst the collection of luggage. There was nothing dearer\nto his heart than setting off on a journey. He was walwysalways ready/to\noblige friends or family with a lift.\n\n\"You've a full load on there Uncle Albert,\" said Kevin.\n\n\"Sure she'll take it in her stride. She never died a winter yet.\"\n\nKevin waved them off. They/would get to Tyrone eventually. Uncle\nAlbert had a way of getting to his destination somehow or other. By\nthe time they did get there his brother would be cursing the car and-\nAlbert and his wife and County Tyrone, and Mrs McCoy and Albert would\nbe paying no attention. Kevin chuckled to himself as he went inside.\n\nIt was quiet in the kitchen. The clock ticked on the dresser.\nThe other children were out playing, Brede was at her nursery. He\nwas to look afterin charge of the house.\n\nHis mother had made a stew and peeled potatoes. He had only to\nboil the potatoes, she said, and drain them when they were cooked.\nTomorrow he would have to peel the potatoes himself and cook the\ndinner and shop. He had never done any of these things before for\nBrede had always been the one to help his mother. His father kept\nhimself well away from all women's work. He couldn't boil an eggx\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1025"}},{"node":{"title":"Lingard181","Collections":"Chapter 18","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard181","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Saturdays, Summer","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard181","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/Lingard181_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff173\n\nand was proud of it. \"What wasis the use of keeping women in the house,\"\nhe said \"if you have to do their work for them?\"\n\nKevin boiled the potatoes but pouredxx off the water too soon so\nthat the potatoes were still hard. He shook his head with disgust when they sat down to eat their dinner.\n\n\"I tried then with a knife, like Ma said.\" He shook his head.\n\n\"Never mindx\" Brede smiled. \"We can still eat them. You\u2019ll get\nthe hang of it in no time. You've done very well, Kev. I'll wash\nup afterwards and one of the others can dry. You'll be going out?\"\n\n\"I;m going out this evening\" he saidHe nodded.\n\nIt was Wednesday. He met Sadie He went out every Wednesday. He\nmet Sadie at Mr Blake's. They arrived and left at different times\nand they sat in the kitchen at the back of the house. On Satu He\nspent Saturdays with Sadie too. They met outsied the city somewhere,\nusually in the country, well away from people. Sadie brought food and\ndrink and many days they saw no one else at all. They waded in streams\nclimbed trees, lay in meadows in the sun listening to the continuous\nchorus of the birds. Long summer days at the end of which he returned\nhome flushed with air and contented. K He knew that Brede knew thatsuspected\nhe was meeting Sadie again though they never mentioned it. Some-\ntimes she would put her hand on his arm and say, \"Take care\", but\nthat was all.\n\n\"She's a fine sister to have,\" he said to Sadie that evening. \"I\nhope she gets a good man. She'll marry in a year or two,I fancy,and\nhave lots of kids.\"\n\n\"Just like your mother.\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1026"}},{"node":{"title":"Lingard182","Collections":"Chapter 18","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard182","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Blood, Blake","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard182","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/Lingard182_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff174\n\n\"I hope it won\u2019t be just the same. She'sMy mother's had too much work and not\nenough living.\"\n\n\"Well, there\u2019s one thing for sure,\u201d said Sadie, \" I\u2019m not going to\nend up like my mother!\u201d\n\nKevin laughed. \u201d1 think you're safe on that one.\u201d\n\n\"She's found me a job. You'll never guess?\u201d Sadie rolled hers\neyes. \"Working at the cash desk at the local butcher's. Can you\nimagine me sitting cooped up in one of those wee boxes all day taking the\nmoney for lumps of meat?\u201d\n\n\"What are you going to do about it?x\u201d\n\n\"I've done it. I went along for an interview and I told the h\nbutcher that the sight of blood always made me vomit. He said that\nunder the circumstances it might not be wise then for me to take\nthe job. I said that unfortuxax^xiynately I was forced to agree.\u201d\n\nKevin ruffled her hair. \"It takes a lot to put you down, doesn't\nit, Sadie Jackson?\u201d\n\n\"That's what my mother says too!\u201d\n\nThey were laughing when Mr Blake came into the kitchen with Jack.\nThey had been for a walk and they were both thirsty. Sadie got up\nto put the kettle on and Kevin filled the dog's dish with fresh\nwater.\n\n\"It's nice to hear the two of you laughing,\u201d said Mr Blake, hanging\nup the lead on the back of the door. \"Whatever happens we musn't\nforget how to laugh.\u201d\n\nWhen they had finished supper, Sadie set off home, and the ten\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1027"}},{"node":{"title":"Lingard183","Collections":"Chapter 18","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard183","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Chaos, Destruction","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard183","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/Lingard183_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff175\n\nKevin came out of the super market with a heavy bag in either\nhand. The green gorcer's next door was not doing any business today:\nthe window had been smashed and broken glass lay amongst the boxes\nof oranges and apples and carrots. The shop had been looted after\nthe window was broken. Split bananas and squashed tomatoes mingled\nwith s the shiny splinters on the floor. He walked on, came to\nthe newsagents' and tobacconists'. Another shattered window, already\nboarded up. There had been rioting for several hours the previous night. A bunch of teenagers had taken on an army patrol.He had lain awake listening to it, wondering if any minute they would have to get up and dress and leave their home for some safer place. Rubber bullets lay in\nthe gutter and at the side of the pavement. He kicked one aside\nwith his foot.\n\nHe looked out acros the street at the barbed-wire barricades, a\nburnt-out bus turned over on its side, two armoured cars parked close\ntogether with half a dozen soldiers near by, guns held at the ready.\nChaos and destruction. He s was sick, of it. Sick of it.\n\nHe went oncontinued through the streets towards his own one, skirting\npatches of pavement where the paving stones had been lifted. He\nstepped back to let a horde of small screaming children to pass.\nThey brandished home-made guns adn pieces of stick high in the xxxx\nair. Whooping and yelling, on they went. Yelling for blood.\n\nAs he reached the scrapyard he looked sideways through the open\ngate. Mr Kelly was there sifting through junk. Hex glanced up\nat Kevin.\n\n\"Hey, Kevin!\"\n\nKevin stopped.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1028"}},{"node":{"title":"Lingard184","Collections":"Chapter 18","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard184","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Company, Rafferty","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard184","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/Lingard184_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff176\n\nMr Kelly came running.\n\nKevin set down the two hags and flexed his wrists.\n\n\"I was wanting a word, with you, son.\" Mr Kelly cleared his  throat.\n\"It\u2019s just that I\u2019d like you to s come back and work for me.\"\n\nKevin stared at him for a moment, then he said, \"No thanks.\"\n\n\"Now look here, Kevin boy, we all make mistakes in our time. I'm\nright sorry about that gun business. I don't believe you did it at all. Could you not be forgiving me?\"\n\n\"I have forgiven you.\"\n\n\"That's all right then. Will you come back? I'm needing you\nand I miss your company when I'm out with the truck. We always\ngot on fine together, didn't we?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"What do you say, Kevin?\" Kr Kelly rubbed his hands together with\nan air of nervousness. \"I'll put up your wage.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry. No.\"\n\n\"But why not?\"\n\n\"I just don't want the job back. The less of these streets I see the\nbetter.\"\n\nKevin walked on.\n\nMrs Rafferty was at her door. \"Morning, Kevin,\" she called out.\n\n\"Good morning, Mrs Raffertyy.\"\n\n\"Getting in the messages then? You'll be a right good housewife\nin no time at all.\" She laughed, a high-pitched laugh that followed\nhim the rest of the way along the street.\n\nHe shut the door of the house tight behind him. It was not often\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1029"}},{"node":{"title":"Lingard185","Collections":"Chapter 18","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard185","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Insurance, Time","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard185","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/Lingard185_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff176 (contd.)\n\nthat they closed the door in daytime but today he wanted to shut out\nthe world.\n\nHe unpacked the bag, put away the things in the cupboard. The list\nlay on the table. Insurance day. The Insurance man would call and\nhe would take the money from the vase on the mantlepiece and the\nman would make some crack about Kevin in the kitchen. He could stand\nthe cracks, but the restlessness inside him and the disgust he felt\nfor what was happening all around him were different matters. It was\nas if a boil was building up inside the middle of him, getting bigge r\nand bigger every day. He knew it was only a matter of time before\nit would burst.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1030"}}]}