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Father
Ralph
had
been
right
.
At
this
time
of
year
Drogheda
was
awash
with
roses
,
so
the
house
was
smothered
in
them
.
By
eight
that
morning
hardly
one
bloom
was
left
in
the
garden
.
The
first
of
the
mourners
began
to
arrive
not
long
after
the
final
rose
was
plundered
from
its
bush
;
a
light
breakfast
of
coffee
and
freshly
baked
,
buttered
rolls
was
laid
out
in
the
small
dining
room
.
After
Mary
Carson
was
deposited
in
the
vault
a
more
substantial
repast
would
be
served
in
the
big
dining
room
,
to
fortify
the
departing
mourners
on
their
long
ways
home
.
The
word
had
got
around
;
no
need
to
doubt
the
efficiency
of
the
Gilly
grapevine
,
which
was
the
party
line
.
While
lips
shaped
conventional
phrases
,
eyes
and
the
minds
behind
them
speculated
,
deduced
,
smiled
slyly
.
"
I
hear
we
're
going
to
lose
you
,
Father
,
"
said
Miss
Carmichael
nastily
.
He
had
never
looked
so
remote
,
so
devoid
of
human
feeling
as
he
did
that
morning
in
his
laceless
alb
and
dull
black
chasuble
with
silver
cross
.
It
was
as
if
he
attended
only
in
body
,
while
his
spirit
moved
far
away
.
But
he
looked
down
at
Miss
Carmichael
absently
,
seemed
to
recollect
himself
,
and
smiled
with
genuine
mirth
.
"
God
moves
in
strange
ways
,
Miss
Carmichael
,
"
he
said
,
and
went
to
speak
to
someone
else
.
What
was
on
his
mind
no
one
could
have
guessed
;
it
was
the
coming
confrontation
with
Paddy
over
the
will
,
and
his
dread
of
seeing
Paddy
's
rage
,
his
need
of
Paddy
's
rage
and
contempt
.
Before
he
began
the
Requiem
Mass
he
turned
to
face
his
congregation
;
the
room
was
jammed
,
and
reeked
so
of
roses
that
open
windows
could
not
dissipate
their
heavy
perfume
.
"
I
do
not
intend
to
make
a
long
eulogy
,
"
he
said
in
his
clear
,
almost
Oxford
diction
with
its
faint
Irish
underlay
.
"
Mary
Carson
was
known
to
you
all
.
A
pillar
of
the
community
,
a
pillar
of
the
Church
she
loved
more
than
any
living
being
.
"
At
that
point
there
were
those
who
swore
his
eyes
mocked
,
but
others
who
maintained
just
as
stoutly
that
they
were
dulled
with
a
real
and
abiding
grief
.
