even known Padraig for long. When did you really meet him?”
“New Years Eve,” I admit, looking away.
“New Years? That was only four weeks ago!” she cries out. “You see, everything ye say is a lie. How can ye even love someone that fast.”
“Because it’s Padraig,” I tell her, pressing my hands into my chest. “Because how can I not love him?”
Just then the door to the kitchen opens and Agnes is sticking her head in. “What the devil is going on in here? Where’s the food?”
I turn back to look at Gail and plead with her silently.
Please, please, don’t tell them. Don’t do this.
“Come on Val, go sit down, I’ll help Gail,” Agnes says, pushing me out into the dining room.
I stand there, staring at the table, wondering if this is the last time I’ll see everyone like this.
There’s Colin at the front. He’s in a wheelchair now, pushed up to the table. He looks better than he has recently and though it seems to take effort, he’s drinking out of a wine glass, unaided. Beside him is his nurse, Margaret, a prim and proper young woman with immaculate posture, then the Major in his navy blue checkered 70’s suit, and of course Padraig.
My big, beautiful man with a heart of Irish gold.
He’s wearing a Henley, black, and it goes so well with the darkness of his hair and the depths of his eyes, while showing off his ropey forearms. He’s staring at me curiously, resting his chin on his knuckles, probably wondering what I was doing in there for so long.
And then his face slowly falls as he sees what’s in my eyes.
That something is wrong.
Terribly wrong.
“Valerie, sit for heaven’s sake,” Agnes says as she and Gail come out of the kitchen with the food.
I slowly move and take my seat beside Padraig.
He leans in and whispers, “Are you okay?”
I shake my head, too afraid to look at him anymore, at anyone.
But I do look.
When she’s done serving, I look over at Gail and I don’t see any compassion in her face at all. She’s smug. She looks like the cat that ate the canary and is just holding that canary in her mouth, waiting for the right moment to take the first bite.
The bite that kills.
She’s going to tell.
I lean into Padraig and whisper into ear as close I can. “Gail knows about us.” He stiffens. “I think she’s going to say something. She has proof and she wants to expose us to them.”
He looks over at Gail and she’s frowning at us, probably not expecting me to say something to him already.
But I had to say something.
And the way that Padraig is reaching under the table to grab a hold of my hand and squeeze it tight, he thinks we have to say something too.
Better us than her.
Oh god.
Padraig gets up and I get up with him, holding hands as we stand before the table.
“What ye standing up for?” Agnes says, spearing her salad. “Sit down and eat.”
“Everyone,” Padraig announces in his booming voice. “Valerie and I have something to share with ye. It’s going to be difficult to hear but it has to be said now. We’ve kept it a secret for far too long and it’s not fair to keep it that way.”
“She’s pregnant!” the Major cries out triumphantly with a wave of his fist.
I cringe and Padraig gives him a polite look. “No, Major. It’s not that.”
“Well what is it then?” Colin says tiredly.
Padraig looks at him and squeezes my hand even harder.
I know we wanted to keep this from his dad.
That this was all for him.
But if it’s going to come out anyway, especially if it’s going to come out from someone who will paint it as maliciously as possible, the best thing to do is to tell him ourselves.
God, this is going to suck.
“First of all,” he says. “I love Valerie very much. More than I can say and in some ways, more than I can bear. And she loves me too. Only the good Lord knows why and we can all agree upon that. But the truth is, even though we love each other now, it wasn’t always that way. In fact …” he trails off and takes in a deep breath, looking everyone in the eyes, including Gail who knows what’s coming, “we only met each other on New Year’s Eve.”
Silence. So much silence.
“What?” yells the Major.
“New Year’s Eve last year?” Agnes asks, frowning. She’s put her fork down.
“No.” He