“Sarah drove into Knockferry to meet the afternoon train, and she had no difficulty in picking out the new English arrival from the handful of passengers, mostly farmers and returning: visitors to Dublin. Miss Dearlove stood peering rather helplessly about her, coats and scarves trailing untidily, from her arms, three suitcases of assorted sizes piled on the platform beside her.She looked relieved at being addressed, but eyed Sarah a little doubtfully.“And who are you, my dear?” she enquired, lo...oking past Sarah’s shoulder as if she hoped and expected to find someone more responsible to escort her on the last stage of her journey.“I’m Sarah Riordan. The others were busy and couldn’t come, and Danny’s started school again. Anyway, I’m the only one who can drive the car,” said Sarah, picking up a suitcase.“I see. You are Miss Riordan’s niece, perhaps?”“No. I mean Aunt Em’s name is O’Neill. She’s our mother’s sister.”“I see,” said Miss Dearlove again, but she sounded confused.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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