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It was a close thing: Brian called out, but hearing no answer picked up his bag and left. Una and Nuala lie in bed frozen in fear. Has he gone? Una whispers I think so, Nuala says. They lie still and listen out. I'm sure I heard the front door close again, Una says. Nuala gets out of Una's bed and walks to the door; anxiously opens it up, and peers out. She is naked, yet unaware she walks into the lounge, then into her bedroom, then the kitchen. He has gone, she muses, and sneaks back to Una's room. He's gone, Nuala says. Best get dressed then, Una says. So they dress quickly, then stand and look at each other. Can't do this again, Nuala says, it's getting to my nerves. I'll go and get another place, Una says. What do I tell Brian when he comes and finds you not here? Nuala says. Tell him I 've found some place else, Una says, I'll pack now and find somewhere. No you can't go like this, Nuala says. I must or he'll fine us one day together and then your marriage will be over, Una says. Nuala nods her head; ok, I must go to work; will you be gone when I'm back? Yes I'll let you know where I am, Una says. Nuala kisses her, and goes to her room, and gets her coat and bag and leaves. Una hears the door go, and tearfully packs her bag, makes the bed, and leaves closing the door with a soft click.
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
LEAVE TAKING 1997.
It was a close thing: Brian called out, but hearing no answer picked up his bag and left. Una and Nuala lie in bed frozen in fear. Has he gone? Una whispers I think so, Nuala says. They lie still and listen out. I'm sure I heard the front door close again, Una says. Nuala gets out of Una's bed and walks to the door; anxiously opens it up, and peers out. She is naked, yet unaware she walks into the lounge, then into her bedroom, then the kitchen. He has gone, she muses, and sneaks back to Una's room. He's gone, Nuala says. Best get dressed then, Una says. So they dress quickly, then stand and look at each other. Can't do this again, Nuala says, it's getting to my nerves. I'll go and get another place, Una says. What do I tell Brian when he comes and finds you not here? Nuala says. Tell him I 've found some place else, Una says, I'll pack now and find somewhere. No you can't go like this, Nuala says. I must or he'll fine us one day together and then your marriage will be over, Una says. Nuala nods her head; ok, I must go to work; will you be gone when I'm back? Yes I'll let you know where I am, Una says. Nuala kisses her, and goes to her room, and gets her coat and bag and leaves. Una hears the door go, and tearfully packs her bag, makes the bed, and leaves closing the door with a soft click.
TWO WOMEN IN IRELAND IN LOVE IN 1997.
TerryCollett
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
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