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The lies we tell. Oxford 1972.
To her rowing and ten-books-a-month reading schedule, Emilee added studying the history of Ireland and the troubles surrounding it. She resumed meeting with Connor on alternating evenings, spending the other evenings in the library alone. She went back in time, all the way to the Anglo-Norman intervention on the island in the twelfth century. She had to know. She had to understand.
She now also read every newspaper she could lay her hands on and watched the BBC news. The world was outraged at the killing of the marchers. Bloody Sunday it was being called.
It was odd, Emilee thought, that Connor knew so much of what happened the day of the march and the shooting—the small details. He was quick to point out that there were only two reasons the people of
