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"
Mrs.
Meggie
O'Neill
,
"
Justine
recited
,
"
Drogheda
,
Gillanbone
,
New
South
Wales
,
Australia
.
"
She
spelled
out
the
unfamiliar
names
for
him
.
"
Once
again
,
Miss
O'Neill
,
my
deepest
regrets
.
"
The
receiver
clicked
,
began
the
interminable
burr
of
the
dial
tone
.
Justine
sat
on
the
floor
and
let
it
slip
into
her
lap
.
There
was
a
mistake
,
it
would
all
sort
itself
out
.
Dane
drowned
,
when
he
swam
like
a
champion
?
No
,
it
was
n't
true
.
But
it
is
,
Justine
,
you
know
it
is
,
you
did
n't
go
with
him
to
protect
him
and
he
drowned
.
You
were
his
protector
from
the
time
he
was
a
baby
and
you
should
have
been
there
.
If
you
could
n't
save
him
,
you
should
have
been
there
to
drown
with
him
.
And
the
only
reason
you
did
n't
go
with
him
was
because
you
wanted
to
be
in
London
so
you
could
get
Rain
to
make
love
to
you
.
Thinking
was
so
hard
.
Everything
was
so
hard
.
Nothing
seemed
to
work
,
not
even
her
legs
.
She
could
n't
get
up
,
she
would
never
get
up
again
.
There
was
no
room
in
her
mind
for
anyone
but
Dane
,
and
her
thoughts
went
in
ever-diminishing
circles
around
Dane
.
Until
she
thought
of
her
mother
,
the
Drogheda
people
.
Oh
,
God
.
The
news
would
come
there
,
come
to
her
,
come
to
them
.
Mum
did
n't
even
have
the
lovely
last
sight
of
his
face
in
Rome
.
They
'll
send
the
cable
to
the
Gilly
police
,
I
suppose
,
and
old
Sergeant
Ern
will
climb
into
his
car
and
drive
out
all
the
miles
to
Drogheda
,
to
tell
my
mother
that
her
only
son
is
dead
.
Not
the
right
man
for
the
job
,
and
an
almost-stranger
.
Mrs.
O'Neill
,
my
deepest
,
most
heartfelt
regrets
,
your
son
is
dead
.
Perfunctory
,
courteous
,
empty
words
...
No
!
I
ca
n't
let
them
do
that
to
her
,
not
to
her
,
she
is
my
mother
,
too
!
Not
that
way
,
not
the
way
I
had
to
hear
it
.
She
pulled
the
other
part
of
the
phone
off
the
table
onto
her
lap
,
put
the
receiver
to
her
ear
and
dialed
the
operator
.
"
Switch
?
Trunks
,
please
,
international
.
Hello
?
I
want
to
place
an
urgent
call
to
Australia
,
Gillanbone
one-two-one-two
.
And
please
,
please
hurry
.
"
*
*
*
Meggie
answered
the
phone
herself
.
It
was
late
,
Fee
had
gone
to
bed
.
These
days
she
never
felt
like
seeking
her
own
bed
early
,
she
preferred
to
sit
listening
to
the
crickets
and
frogs
,
doze
over
a
book
,
remember
.
"
Hello
?
"
"
London
calling
,
Mrs.
O'Neill
,
"
said
Hazel
in
Gilly
.
