Cover

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pp. C-C

Title Page, Copyright, Dedication

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pp. i-vi

Contents

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pp. vii-2

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Heat

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pp. 3-10

She looks like a young one, my father told me, while I was still too far behind him to see-Careful now, he said, try not to frighten her. She was smaller than I had expected, and more fragile. Among the chestnut hairs that cloaked her back and shoulders there were longer, thicker strands of black, yet they too had an unexpected...

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The Start of the Season

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pp. 11-22

It was close to five when they returned to the hotel. They'd spent the day hiking in the hills above the lake, following thin, sandy roads from which dust rose all day like steam. They'd passed the lemon trees that the brochure had described, the olive groves and vineyards, the...

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Hydrophobic

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pp. 23-30

Eddie Cranston asked my sister to marry him three times before she stopped saying no. The first time he'd come with flowers and gone down in front of her on one knee, even though he was a big man and the position was difficult for him. The second time he asked her he put it in writing and then stood on the corner across from our ...

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Departures

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pp. 31-54

M y father did the double the year that Harry died. By the same reasoning that led him to drive his brother's car only on Saturdays because he had no license and was not insured, he worked only part-time to minimise his chances of getting caught. As a strategy for survival it worked remarkably well, and he could have gone on that ...

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Stigmata

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pp. 55-64

The complex consisted of twin towers, each fifteen stories tall, each equipped with a single pay phone in the lobby and a set of four washer/dryers in the basement beside the lift shaft. There were eight units on every floor, each designed for a single tenant with little time to spare; the rooms were small, and with only two to choose from,...

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Touched

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pp. 65-72

This is William Emmons ringing, he said. He thought the animal might be dangerous and could my father come right away. It was late so I'd answered, recording the details in the notebook we'd bought in Belfast the day before. You see? my father said when I woke him. I told you it was worth holding on to that phone. It wasn't until...

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Outtake

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pp. 73-88

The bus left him off near the post office in the centre of town. From there he walked through to Cornmarket, then down Ann Street to the club. He'd been there before but never on his own, and not for some months. The last time he'd come he'd been with Gibbons and Fitz; there'd been no chance of getting a girl with the two of...

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Inheritance

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pp. 89-104

In my mind I have always remembered Mandy's sixth birthday as the day my mother began her affair with Big John Trowbridge, at six-foot-seven the tallest man any of us had ever seen. He had come to Belfast from America like so many others, to volunteer in the west of the city and observe the war at firsthand. It would have ...

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Rise

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pp. 105-116

This is a list of the things that went missing: half a metre of green nylon netting, a small quantity of stainless-steel gauze, a bolt of cheesecloth, two pairs of forceps, eight sheets of plywood and a box of syringes, half a dozen light bulbs, a spool of wire, a fret saw, a hammer, and a packet of needles. ...

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The Swing of Things

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pp. 117-132

You go answer it, my father said when the doorbell rang. I was up to my elbows in lemon bubbles, a butcher's apron around my waist, but he took the pot and scrubber off me and held a clean towel while I dried my hands. Go on, luv, he said. I'll finish these....

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Punching In

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pp. 133-146

The house was one of the older models, three up, two down, with a toilet outside. They'd had little to put in it when they first moved in; they'd had less still eighteen months later. She'd had no jewelry to pawn, no silver or china, no family heirlooms, no antiques. He had a watch...

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Undertow

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pp. 147-175

It was close to September and the date of the wedding when my father started bringing us to Castlerock. After breakfast we'd board the first train from Central Station that went south to Lambeg and Lisburn before turning north and arriving eventually beside the sea. We'd...

Other Works in the Series, Back Cover

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pp. 176-BC