front of the Hennessys!
‘Matt, open the French doors and let Lady out immediately!’ ordered Maureen. The little dog leapt off Kerrie’s lap and beat a hasty retreat towards the open door.
‘I’m sorry, Kerrie! But the poor dog must have eaten too much earlier on,’ murmured Maureen. ‘You didn’t by any chance give her any extra dog food when you were feeding her?’
‘No, of course not,’ Kerrie fibbed, her cheeks blazing.
Matt disappeared to the kitchen and reappeared with a cloth and a bucket, and began to help clean the offending mess of vomit off her good dress. Yuk, the dress was destroyed. She would never be able to wear it again without feeling nauseous.
Finally able to stand up, she escaped upstairs and stripped off, throwing the ruined dress into a plastic bag. She was so upset she felt like climbing into bed and pulling the duvet over her and staying there. What a disaster of a night!
She didn’t belong here, didn’t fit in … this whole family set-up was totally out of her league! The Hennessys knew that, and so did she … Matt was the only one who seemed blind to it. Why did that dog have to go and ruin everything?
She couldn’t … no, wouldn’t, let a dog destroy her future, she thought as she ran into the bathroom and washed herself. She covered herself in perfume before pulling her long black knitted John Rocha top over her black leggings and touching up her lip gloss.
‘You OK, Kerrie?’ asked Matt, concerned, when she eventually reappeared.
‘I’m fine,’ she lied, sitting down on the couch beside him,relieved to see there was no sign of the dogs as she cuddled into him.
The fire was blazing and his parents were talking softly.
‘Kerrie, dear, is there anything I can get you?’ offered Dermot, standing up.
‘I’d love another drop of that lovely port please, Dermot.’ She smiled, pulling her long legs up under her.
Chapter Six
Kerrie pulled on her warm grey cashmere sweater and slipped her feet into her sturdy black leather walking shoes as she glanced out of the window. Matt was shaving in the bathroom and once he was finished they were going for a walk in the nearby woods. The rain had held off and she was looking forward to a break away from the house before Sunday lunch. She put her stylish grey suede boots back in her bag. Most of her weekend wardrobe had proved utterly useless, and she wished she had given more thought to what a few days in Moyle House would entail before she had packed.
Last night she had felt very overdressed in the golf club in her figure-hugging purple dress. The men’s eyes had been out on stalks, but their wives hadn’t been quite as friendly when they had had pre-dinner drinks in the bar before eating.
Matt and his dad had played golf on Saturday while she had accompanied Maureen to the village to a local farmers’ market which had a huge array of vegetables, food, plants and local products on offer.
‘Buy the best and use the best,’ advised Maureen. Shedrove the stallholders crazy with her deliberations over every vegetable and pickle and chutney she bought. Kerrie had followed Maureen’s advice and purchased a few things for their kitchen back home.
The cheese looked great, and there was a nutty brown bread and some pecan slices. There was red onion chutney, a damson jam, some honey, marmalade, a jar of apple sauce, mint jelly, and some delicious homemade fudge … one of Kerrie’s weaknesses.
As they walked around the village Maureen pointed out some of the local landmarks, including Dermot’s favourite watering hole, Delaneys, and the small primary school where her children had gone when they were little.
‘It must have been hard for you when Matt and Ed and Georgina went off to boarding school,’ Kerrie volunteered.
‘Our children had to go boarding … it’s a tradition,’ Maureen said. ‘The boys went to Castle Wood, where Dermot and his brothers were educated, and Georgina went to Annefield College. You
‘Matt, open the French doors and let Lady out immediately!’ ordered Maureen. The little dog leapt off Kerrie’s lap and beat a hasty retreat towards the open door.
‘I’m sorry, Kerrie! But the poor dog must have eaten too much earlier on,’ murmured Maureen. ‘You didn’t by any chance give her any extra dog food when you were feeding her?’
‘No, of course not,’ Kerrie fibbed, her cheeks blazing.
Matt disappeared to the kitchen and reappeared with a cloth and a bucket, and began to help clean the offending mess of vomit off her good dress. Yuk, the dress was destroyed. She would never be able to wear it again without feeling nauseous.
Finally able to stand up, she escaped upstairs and stripped off, throwing the ruined dress into a plastic bag. She was so upset she felt like climbing into bed and pulling the duvet over her and staying there. What a disaster of a night!
She didn’t belong here, didn’t fit in … this whole family set-up was totally out of her league! The Hennessys knew that, and so did she … Matt was the only one who seemed blind to it. Why did that dog have to go and ruin everything?
She couldn’t … no, wouldn’t, let a dog destroy her future, she thought as she ran into the bathroom and washed herself. She covered herself in perfume before pulling her long black knitted John Rocha top over her black leggings and touching up her lip gloss.
‘You OK, Kerrie?’ asked Matt, concerned, when she eventually reappeared.
‘I’m fine,’ she lied, sitting down on the couch beside him,relieved to see there was no sign of the dogs as she cuddled into him.
The fire was blazing and his parents were talking softly.
‘Kerrie, dear, is there anything I can get you?’ offered Dermot, standing up.
‘I’d love another drop of that lovely port please, Dermot.’ She smiled, pulling her long legs up under her.
Chapter Six
Kerrie pulled on her warm grey cashmere sweater and slipped her feet into her sturdy black leather walking shoes as she glanced out of the window. Matt was shaving in the bathroom and once he was finished they were going for a walk in the nearby woods. The rain had held off and she was looking forward to a break away from the house before Sunday lunch. She put her stylish grey suede boots back in her bag. Most of her weekend wardrobe had proved utterly useless, and she wished she had given more thought to what a few days in Moyle House would entail before she had packed.
Last night she had felt very overdressed in the golf club in her figure-hugging purple dress. The men’s eyes had been out on stalks, but their wives hadn’t been quite as friendly when they had had pre-dinner drinks in the bar before eating.
Matt and his dad had played golf on Saturday while she had accompanied Maureen to the village to a local farmers’ market which had a huge array of vegetables, food, plants and local products on offer.
‘Buy the best and use the best,’ advised Maureen. Shedrove the stallholders crazy with her deliberations over every vegetable and pickle and chutney she bought. Kerrie had followed Maureen’s advice and purchased a few things for their kitchen back home.
The cheese looked great, and there was a nutty brown bread and some pecan slices. There was red onion chutney, a damson jam, some honey, marmalade, a jar of apple sauce, mint jelly, and some delicious homemade fudge … one of Kerrie’s weaknesses.
As they walked around the village Maureen pointed out some of the local landmarks, including Dermot’s favourite watering hole, Delaneys, and the small primary school where her children had gone when they were little.
‘It must have been hard for you when Matt and Ed and Georgina went off to boarding school,’ Kerrie volunteered.
‘Our children had to go boarding … it’s a tradition,’ Maureen said. ‘The boys went to Castle Wood, where Dermot and his brothers were educated, and Georgina went to Annefield College. You
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