“No, that’s boring,” he replied.
“I wasn’t aware you had been invited?”
“Your house doesn’t have internet, or a flat screen, or anything decent to watch,” he added, with a dismissive wave. “And no offence, but it’s kind of a tight squeeze when your family are all in the sitting room with us.”
“Wow.” I shook my head. “We can’t all have Gards for fathers.”
“Amy Murphy is having a house party at her place tonight,” he offered then. “I told her that both of us would swing by for a bit.”
“Amy?” I gaped at him. “She’s a sixth year.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So. why did you tell her that I’d come?” I looked up at him. “I barely know the girl, Paul, and I never agreed to go.”
“Because you’re with me,” he replied, like this would somehow answer my question.
It didn’t.
“I’m not sure I like where this is going, Paul,” I said, eyeing him warily.
”Come on, babe,” he said, with a megawatt smile. “It’s just a party.”
“Yeah.”
That wasn’t what I was referring to.
THE DEMONS IN YOUR HEAD
APRIL 11TH 2003
JOEY
“Where the fuck have you been?”
It was a question I had expected Tony to ask me when I walked into work twenty minutes late, having been kept late after training to talk to selectors.
It wasn’t, however, a question I had expected my father to ask.
And definitely not here.
“What’s going on?” My gaze flicked to Tony, who was leaning against the tool drawer, with a cup of tea in his hand, and a sympathetic gaze on his face.
Instantly, my back was up.
There was only reason my father would come here.
“Is she dead?” It was the first thought I had, and surprisingly, I managed to ask it without collapsing in a heap on the floor. “Is Mam…”
“Your mother’s grand,” Dad growled. “It’s your mother’s grandfather. He’s on the way out.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. “Granda Murphy?”
“How many great-grandfathers do ya have, boy?”
Just the one.
Not that I’d seen much of him for a while.