“You sure you’re all right?” Cassie said, with a hand on his shoulder. Her face was full of concern.
“I’m fine.” Kyle got up and started walking towards the car. Cassie walked close to him, as if ready to catch him if he started feeling dizzy again.
They got home after picking up some supplies from the supermarket. Cassie had promised to make shepherd’s pie. She must have felt sorry for him.
Ciara had stayed home that day and had the kettle boiled when they got home.
“Somebody called for you, Kyle,” she said, her head buried in the press full of mugs, except that it wasn’t because most of them were in the dishwasher. She found three, mismatched but not broken. Kyle had never understood why his mother had wanted to hold on to mugs that had no handles or that were so chipped that one’s l
