1995
Rory comes with me to Enniscorthy, takes a day off to drive me to the hospital. He's back again, visiting every night, and I can't help but let him. And when he heard what I was intending to do today, he insisted on coming along, though I could easily have taken a cab. That big building up on the hill always fascinated him, he said, and he'd love to take a look inside.
And after all, Norah was his aunt too.
"It's hard to believe that she used to be good-looking," I say to him, as we set off. "Peg is always talking in her diaries about how beautiful she was."
"I only remember her as an old woman."
"She had deteriorated by then. She had been through so much."
He changes gear, his hand brushing against my thigh. It feels strange to be out with him in the world beyond the two square
