A novel by Maeve Binchy, author of Whitehorn Woods.
Purchased at Walden Pond in Oakland.
“Things will change of course, but in their own time. You can’t rush people and expect them to go at your pace. In terms of absolutes you might be wise to hold off until the growth of acceptance is sufficient…until the ground swell of opinion has become so strong that there will be no doubt and no confusion. That way the hurt is lessened, the debate is less sharp and the lines of love rather than the letter of the law would mold people’s attitudes…”
“She closed her eyes with relief. In his convulted way he was telling her that he wasn’t going back to Castlebay.”
“”He was so handsome and kind; he had this great sense of being in charge. Nothing could go really wrong if you told Gerry. Fiona was lucky to have a brother like that. Fine help poor Tommy or Ned would have been in such a predicament…
“Safe journey. I hope…I hope Fiona’ll be all right.”
“I’m sure she will. She’s going to give the baby for adoption, and then I suposed I’ll have to treach her something about photography.”
“Photography.” He gave his familiar crooked grin. “That’s what the whole place thinks she’s been studying for the past six months.”
“Dr. Power told him the good and bad things in Castlebay. People would never die of lonliness, as they might in a big English city, but attitudes could be cruel, and tolerance was low. In nearly forty years of practice here he had seen a lot of intolerance: families coldn’t cope with what they called “shame and disgrace.”
“Because of Angela’s letter, they had five days. Five terrible days. Sometimes they raged at each other, sometimes they just clung together. There were times when they were calm and worked out the alternatives. There were no alternatives. Sometimes Clare taunted him and said he was a Mummy’s Boy. No other man would throw his whole career away. Sometimes he wounded her and said that her love was meaningless and shallow if it could change because of place. True love survived whereever it lived. They knew of a doctor Clare could go to – he had been struck off the medical register, but he did a steady practice in terminations. Because he was a doctor, it wouldn’t be dangerous. Then they could think again. But they never talked of that seriously. The miracle of a child of their own seemed about the only cheerful thing in the middle of all the tears and confusion. They would solve none of the dilemma if the baby were taken out of the picture. The pregnancy, and having to tell both families, was not the biggest thing.
The biggest thing was going back.
Neither of them wanted to.”