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"
Make
it
the
day
after
.
Tomorrow
I
'll
take
you
to
the
bank
.
You
'd
better
know
how
much
you
've
got
.
And
,
Justine
...
"
Justine
was
adding
flour
and
folding
expertly
,
but
she
looked
up
at
the
change
in
her
mother
's
voice
.
"
Yes
?
"
"
If
ever
you
're
in
trouble
,
come
home
,
please
.
We
've
always
got
room
for
you
on
Drogheda
,
I
want
you
to
remember
that
.
Nothing
you
could
ever
do
would
be
so
bad
you
could
n't
come
home
.
"
Justine
's
gaze
softened
.
"
Thanks
,
Mum
.
You
're
not
a
bad
old
stick
underneath
,
are
you
?
"
"
Old
?
"
gasped
Meggie
.
"
I
am
not
old
!
I
'm
only
forty-three
!
"
"
Good
Lord
,
as
much
as
that
?
"
Meggie
hurled
a
cookie
and
hit
Justine
on
the
nose
.
"
Oh
,
you
wretch
!
"
she
laughed
.
"
What
a
monster
you
are
!
Now
I
feel
like
a
hundred
.
"
Her
daughter
grinned
.
At
which
moment
Fee
walked
in
to
see
how
things
in
the
cookhouse
were
going
;
Meggie
hailed
her
arrival
with
relief
.
"
Mum
,
do
you
know
what
Justine
just
told
me
?
"
