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That
eventually
Frank
managed
to
fit
into
Drogheda
life
at
all
was
thanks
to
Fee
,
who
in
the
face
of
stiff
male
Cleary
opposition
continued
to
act
as
if
her
oldest
son
had
been
gone
but
a
short
while
,
and
had
never
brought
disgrace
on
his
family
or
bitterly
hurt
his
mother
.
Quietly
and
inconspicuously
she
slipped
him
into
the
niche
he
seemed
to
want
to
occupy
,
removed
from
her
other
sons
;
nor
did
she
encourage
him
to
regain
some
of
the
vitality
of
other
days
.
For
it
had
all
gone
;
she
had
known
it
the
moment
he
looked
at
her
on
the
Gilly
station
platform
.
Swallowed
up
by
an
existence
the
nature
of
which
he
refused
to
discuss
with
her
.
The
most
she
could
do
for
him
was
to
make
him
as
happy
as
possible
,
and
surely
the
way
to
do
that
was
to
accept
the
now
Frank
as
the
always
Frank
.
There
was
no
question
of
his
working
the
paddocks
,
for
his
brothers
did
n't
want
him
,
nor
did
he
want
a
kind
of
life
he
had
always
hated
.
The
sight
of
growing
things
pleased
him
,
so
Fee
put
him
to
potter
in
the
homestead
gardens
,
left
him
in
peace
.
And
gradually
the
Cleary
men
grew
used
to
having
Frank
back
in
the
family
bosom
,
began
to
understand
that
the
threat
Frank
used
to
represent
to
their
own
welfare
was
quite
empty
.
Nothing
would
ever
change
what
their
mother
felt
for
him
,
it
did
n't
matter
whether
he
was
in
jail
or
on
Drogheda
,
she
would
still
feel
it
.
The
important
thing
was
that
to
have
him
on
Drogheda
made
her
happy
.
He
did
n't
intrude
upon
their
lives
,
he
was
no
more
or
no
less
than
always
Yet
for
Fee
it
was
n't
a
joy
to
have
Frank
home
again
;
how
could
it
be
?
Seeing
him
every
day
was
simply
a
different
kind
of
sorrow
from
not
being
able
to
see
him
at
all
.
The
terrible
grief
of
having
to
witness
a
ruined
life
,
a
ruined
man
.
Who
was
her
most
beloved
son
,
and
must
have
endured
agonies
beyond
her
imagination
.
One
day
after
Frank
had
been
home
about
six
months
,
Meggie
came
into
the
drawing
room
to
find
her
mother
sitting
looking
through
the
big
windows
to
where
Frank
was
clipping
the
great
bank
of
roses
alongside
the
drive
.
She
turned
away
,
and
something
in
her
calmly
arranged
face
sent
Meggie
's
hands
up
to
her
heart
.
"
Oh
,
Mum
!
"
she
said
helplessly
.
Fee
looked
at
her
,
shook
her
head
and
smiled
.
"
It
does
n't
matter
,
Meggie
,
"
she
said
.
"
If
only
there
was
something
I
could
do
!
"
"
There
is
.
Just
carry
on
the
way
you
have
been
.
I
'm
very
grateful
.
You
've
become
an
ally
.
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Justine
to
her
mother
,
"
I
've
decided
what
I
'm
going
to
do
.
"
"
I
thought
it
was
already
decided
.
Arts
at
Sydney
University
,
is
n't
that
right
?
"
