‘Sure we got off lightly’ we say. ‘Only a few things taken and nobody got hurt. Just the window to be fixed and sure that’s nothing, nothing at all…’ They don’t buy it. They were there after all.
The adrenalin pumped so fiercely in me that night that three generous glasses of wine refused to enter my bloodstream. The beef in black bean sauce was tasteless. The open fire threw off little comfort. It’s his face that plays over and over. He eyeballed me as he sauntered down the drive and past our car before he broke into a run. I have his steely grey eyes and his craggy marked cheeks for keeps. The kids have too. So they won’t have their emotional response dials tuned. They will process this in their own individual ways.
Bhi me burgled De Sathairn. Tar eis dineir amach, nuair a thanamar abhaile chonaic me dha fir ag rith amach as ar d’teach. Bhris siad an fuinneog agus ghuid siad dha phones agus jewellery a Mhamai… Rith mo Dhadai in aice leis ach bhi knife aige agus…
The principal’s face was, it seems, horror struck. ‘Stop’ she said. ‘In English now. Is everyone ok?’
Yes he said, and trotted out our minimizing lines as unconvincingly as he’s heard them from us.On Sunday night I urgently needed to find something in the filing cabinet. Marque 1 & 2 were rehearsing the Irish in another room. I rummaged, removed files, felt around for the elusive disc. I opened the door onto the landing to two white as ghost faces.
‘We thought they were back’ they said.
On Monday the two of us were in Starbucks catching up. We seemed to have lost the weekend altogether. One of us received a good news phone call there and then on a recent health scare front. The relief was enormous. There had been a six week wait. You see, we said to one another. This puts that whole burglary thing in context. Insignificant. This is the real stuff. But we spent the evening drawing up a photofit.