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that’s grand for you because you have no interest in Jeremy,” Rosie wailed, “but you know I’ve always had this big crush on Peter. I’ve had it for as far back as I can remember.”
“Don’t know what you see in him,” Nora said dismissively, thinking that compared with Uncle David Peter was as dull as ditch water, “but Aunty Kate says that boys are slower to develop than girls, and anyway you want to be a showband singer, so you will need time to concentrate on that.”
“Well, that’s rich coming from you and you ramming it down my throat every day to forget about singing and concentrate on my exams,” Rosie protested.
“Well, I didn’t mean to forget it altogether,” Nora explained; “just wait until the exams are over. Then you might be the next female Elvis. Did you hear him last night on Radio Luxembourg? He was on just after six.”
“No,” Rosie wailed. “Dad was in from the cows and wanted to hear the bloody news on Radio Éireann. Being an Elvis fan in our house isn’t easy. Mom is more interested in Din Joe than Elvis.”
“Same with my crowd,” Nora assured her, “but I suppose you were better studying instead of listening to Elvis.”
“You are so bloody sensible you make me sick,” Rosie told her in disgust.
“You don’t think that I’m sensible when I talk about my poetry plans,” Nora protested.
“Well, that’s your blind spot, and we are all entitled to one,” Rosie assured her blithely, “but now to get back to my news.”
“What is it?” Nora demanded, even though she knew from experience that Rosie was not going to just tell her straight out.
Rosie stood in the middle of the road, drawing herself up to her full five feet four, and with outstretched hands announced in a dramatic voice: “We are going to have a youth club in Kilmeen.”
Her announcement had the desired effect. Nora came to a standstill with a delighted look of amazement on her face.“Wow,” she gasped, “that’s great! How do you know?”
“Well, that’s the embarrassing bit,” Rosie told her reluctantly.
“It must be to make you blush,” Nora declared.
“Well, this will sound worse than it really was,” Rosie assured her.
“Stop hedging and out with it,” Nora instructed.
“Why are you so damn honourable?” Rosie protested. “It always makes me feel so bad if I have to confess that I did something dodgy.”
“Come on,” Nora persisted.
“I listened outside your Aunt Kate’s door.”
“You what!”
“Well, it actually sounds worse that it really was,” Rosie protested. “You know that I had a maths grind with your Uncle David yesterday evening? Well, when I got to the door it was open, so I just pushed it in and before I could call out or ring the bell I heard him, Fr Brady, and Kate talking about the youth club. My ears stuck out, and before I knew what I was doing I was listening. I was glued to the floor with curiosity, and then I was stuck because I couldn’t go in as they’d know I was listening. So I had to steal out quietly and ring the bell and pretend that I had just arrived. I felt a bit bad about it, but it was worth it because now we know and can be prepared.”
“For what?” Nora demanded.
“To bag the important corners, and run the club our way.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nora, sometimes I despair of you,” Rosie wailed. “What good is a youth club if we have a collection of old fogies or, worse still, a gang of yobs running it?”
“So we’ll be running it?” Nora asked.
“You got it! And the first thing on the agenda is a dance in the hall on Easter Sunday night,” Rosie declared.
“But how will we manage that?” Nora demanded.
“You just watch me!” Rosie told her.
C HAPTER F IVE
J ACK OPENED THE rusty gate into the farmyard of Furze Hill. He stood for a long time surveying the scene in front of him. It was Sunday evening and he knew that Danny was playing a match with the Kilmeens, and he had come now because he
“Don’t know what you see in him,” Nora said dismissively, thinking that compared with Uncle David Peter was as dull as ditch water, “but Aunty Kate says that boys are slower to develop than girls, and anyway you want to be a showband singer, so you will need time to concentrate on that.”
“Well, that’s rich coming from you and you ramming it down my throat every day to forget about singing and concentrate on my exams,” Rosie protested.
“Well, I didn’t mean to forget it altogether,” Nora explained; “just wait until the exams are over. Then you might be the next female Elvis. Did you hear him last night on Radio Luxembourg? He was on just after six.”
“No,” Rosie wailed. “Dad was in from the cows and wanted to hear the bloody news on Radio Éireann. Being an Elvis fan in our house isn’t easy. Mom is more interested in Din Joe than Elvis.”
“Same with my crowd,” Nora assured her, “but I suppose you were better studying instead of listening to Elvis.”
“You are so bloody sensible you make me sick,” Rosie told her in disgust.
“You don’t think that I’m sensible when I talk about my poetry plans,” Nora protested.
“Well, that’s your blind spot, and we are all entitled to one,” Rosie assured her blithely, “but now to get back to my news.”
“What is it?” Nora demanded, even though she knew from experience that Rosie was not going to just tell her straight out.
Rosie stood in the middle of the road, drawing herself up to her full five feet four, and with outstretched hands announced in a dramatic voice: “We are going to have a youth club in Kilmeen.”
Her announcement had the desired effect. Nora came to a standstill with a delighted look of amazement on her face.“Wow,” she gasped, “that’s great! How do you know?”
“Well, that’s the embarrassing bit,” Rosie told her reluctantly.
“It must be to make you blush,” Nora declared.
“Well, this will sound worse than it really was,” Rosie assured her.
“Stop hedging and out with it,” Nora instructed.
“Why are you so damn honourable?” Rosie protested. “It always makes me feel so bad if I have to confess that I did something dodgy.”
“Come on,” Nora persisted.
“I listened outside your Aunt Kate’s door.”
“You what!”
“Well, it actually sounds worse that it really was,” Rosie protested. “You know that I had a maths grind with your Uncle David yesterday evening? Well, when I got to the door it was open, so I just pushed it in and before I could call out or ring the bell I heard him, Fr Brady, and Kate talking about the youth club. My ears stuck out, and before I knew what I was doing I was listening. I was glued to the floor with curiosity, and then I was stuck because I couldn’t go in as they’d know I was listening. So I had to steal out quietly and ring the bell and pretend that I had just arrived. I felt a bit bad about it, but it was worth it because now we know and can be prepared.”
“For what?” Nora demanded.
“To bag the important corners, and run the club our way.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nora, sometimes I despair of you,” Rosie wailed. “What good is a youth club if we have a collection of old fogies or, worse still, a gang of yobs running it?”
“So we’ll be running it?” Nora asked.
“You got it! And the first thing on the agenda is a dance in the hall on Easter Sunday night,” Rosie declared.
“But how will we manage that?” Nora demanded.
“You just watch me!” Rosie told her.
C HAPTER F IVE
J ACK OPENED THE rusty gate into the farmyard of Furze Hill. He stood for a long time surveying the scene in front of him. It was Sunday evening and he knew that Danny was playing a match with the Kilmeens, and he had come now because he
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