Chapter 3The bird song was still in the air even as the sun began its slow descent down towards the horizon and each member of the Calohan table took their place around the kitchen table, Jude and Marta with their backs to the window and the two kids on the opposite side, a collection of dishes on the surface of the table between them.
Friday night dinner had always been an important time for Marta; family time, she called it, an occasion to catch up, to share their problems and talk of the things they were looking forward to. And whilst Marta wasn’t really religious, not in any easily definable sense, Jude had always had the impression that Friday evenings had been important for her because of the connotations of her upbringing. It wasn’t something they really spoke about, in the same wa
