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The factory floor. July 1971.
For four Saturdays in a row, until mid-June at exactly 4 p.m., Connor O’Hannigan had called the Reception of Magdalen College. Each time, Emilee had refused to make an appearance. On the first two Saturdays, he’d left a bushel of red roses accompanied by a letter. The roses immediately ended up in the garbage can, along with the unread letter.
Soon, Emilee had made a special arrangement with the staff at Reception not to bother her whenever this particular gentleman—the well-dressed young man with the freckles and green eyes—called. He was persona non grata. She found a safe haven in The Old Library.
Despite unwavering support from Caroline and Douglas in the matter of all things Irish, it did not ease her agony. Emilee remained bothered by the status o
