The Snapper by Roddy Doyle

Author:Roddy Doyle [Doyle, Roddy]
Language: deu
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Humorous, General, Ireland, Health & Fitness, Single Mothers, Pregnancy & Childbirth, Dublin (Ireland)
ISBN: 9780749391256
Google: ln7IVjTNsE8C
Amazon: 3596153034
Publisher: Fischer
Published: 1990-01-01T23:00:00+00:00

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Sharon wasn’t long waiting and seeing. Linda woke her up. This was the night after Darren had broken the big news.

–Sharon, said Linda.

She was scared.

–There’s someone throwin’ things at the window.

–Yeah, said Tracy.

She wouldn’t get out of the bed.

–Who’s throwin’ things? said Sharon.

–Don’t know.

–Yeah.

–Let’s see, said Sharon.

–I’m not lookin’, said Linda.

Sharon went over to the window. Just before she reached it there was a neat little bang.

–Oh janey! said one of the twins.

Someone had flung something at it. That frightened Sharon. She parted the curtain a little bit. The bedroom light was out but she could see nothing in the garden.

But then she saw someone, behind the hedge at the back, in the field. He—it looked like a man—was bent down. Then he stood up and came through the gap in the hedge, over the wire, and it was Mister Burgess.

Sharon nearly died.

He stood there in the middle of the garden at the place where Les was supposed to do the digging. He was looking up at her window.—How did he know?—Then she saw his hand move up from his side, the palm towards her. Then there was another bang.

She jumped. He’d just lobbed a little stone at the window. She let go of the curtain.

–Who is it, Sharon?

–Just young fellas, said Sharon.—Messin’.

–Messin’! said Tracy.—At this hour o’ night.

–I’ll get them tomorrow, said Sharon.

–Wha’ young fellas? said Linda.

Sharon parted the curtain again. Mister Burgess wasn’t there. She didn’t think he was behind the hedge or the trees in the field either.

–They’re gone now, she said.

–Let’s see, said Linda.

She looked.

–They’re gone, Tracy, she said.

–Night nigh’, said Sharon.

She was back in bed.

–Nigh’ nigh’, said Linda.

Tracy was sleeping.

Was Mister Burgess getting all romantic on her? Sharon wondered. Jesus, that was disgusting. Maybe he’d gone weird, like one of those men on the News—

She’d have to wait and see a bit more.

She lay there, wide awake.

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