One Night Only (2 page)

Thank
s
s
o
muc
h
t
o
Juli
e
a
t
Hasting
s
Hote
l
Group an
d
t
o
al
l
a
t
Duff
y
Raffert
y
Communications
,
Belfast
.

Th
e
Iris
h
media
,
nort
h
an
d
south
,
hav
e
bee
n
a
great suppor
t
t
o
m
e
sinc
e
I
bega
n
thi
s
nove
l
life
,
s
o
thank
s
to
yo
u
all
.
A
particula
r
mentio
n
goe
s
t
o
Padd
y
an
d
Karen
Scot
t
fro
m
Alph
a
Grou
p
Newspapers
,
Annama
y
McNally a
t
T
yron
e
T
imes
,
Rona
n
McSherr
y
a
t
Ulste
r
Herald
,
Kerry
McKittrick
at
Belfast
T
elegraph,
Carolyn
Stewart
at
U105
,
Laur
a
Murph
y
a
t
Th
e
Newsletter
,
Marti
n
Bree
n
at
Sunda
y
Life
,
Róisí
n
Gorma
n
a
t
Sunda
y
W
orl
d
plu
s
al
l
at
UT
V
,
R
T
É
an
d
TV
3
wh
o
hav
e
ha
d
m
e
o
n
‘th
e
telly
’
t
o
talk books
.

Everyon
e
love
s
a
goo
d
girl
y
nigh
t
ou
t
an
d
I
hav
e
been
luck
y
t
o
hav
e
experienc
e
o
f
plent
y
o
f
thos
e
dow
n
th
e
years
wit
h
grea
t
friends
,
s
o
thank
s
t
o
al
l
o
f
yo
u
fo
r
givin
g
me
plent
y
o
f
materia
l
t
o
wor
k
on
.

T
o
al
l
o
f
yo
u
wh
o
g
o
ou
t
an
d
bu
y
m
y
book
s
an
d
come
bac
k
t
o
m
e
wit
h
suc
h
heart-liftin
g
an
d
motivational feedback
,
than
k
yo
u
so
,
s
o
much
.
I
ha
d
lot
s
o
f
fu
n
writing thi
s
boo
k
an
d
ca
n
empathis
e
wit
h
man
y
o
f
th
e
characters wh
o
I
reall
y
gre
w
t
o
lov
e
–
I
hop
e
yo
u
lik
e
the
m
too
!

And
finall
y
,
huge,
massive
thanks
with
kisses
and
hugs
t
o
m
y
brothe
r
David
,
m
y
sister
s
V
anessa
,
Rachel
,
L
ynne,
Rebecc
a
an
d
Niamh
,
m
y
da
d
Hug
h
an
d
m
y
children Jordyn
,
Jad
e
an
d
Adam
.
Lov
e
yo
u
al
l
s
o
much
.

Fo
r
m
y
aun
t
an
d
Fair
y
Godmother

Kathlee
n
McCauslan
d
–

than
k
yo
u
fo
r
encouragin
g
m
e
t
o
b
e
a
write
r
.

“D
o
I
stil
l
tur
n
yo
u
on?
”

Poll
y
stoo
d
a
t
th
e
en
d
o
f
th
e
kitche
n
tabl
e
an
d
stared a
t
James
.
Sh
e
grippe
d
th
e
handl
e
o
n
he
r
coffe
e
mu
g
and
a
waite
d
he
r
husband
’
s
answe
r
.
Oka
y
,
s
o
i
t
wasn
’
t
th
e
usual questio
n
t
o
as
k
a
m
a
n
a
s
h
e
chewe
d
th
e
las
t
mouthfu
l
o
f
his
dinne
r
o
n
a
T
uesda
y
evening
,
bu
t
sh
e
neede
d
t
o
kno
w
.
She
pu
t
th
e
mu
g
dow
n
a
n
d
th
e
c
o
ffe
e
sloppe
d
ou
t
ont
o
th
e
red-
and-whit
e
gingha
m
tablecloth
.
Th
e
spillag
e
caugh
t
he
r
eye
but
,
instea
d
o
f
rushin
g
t
o
fetc
h
a
clot
h
lik
e
sh
e
normally would
,
sh
e
ignore
d
it
.
Sh
e
fiddle
d
wit
h
th
e
botto
m
o
f
he
r
old faithfu
l
apro
n
an
d
wishe
d
sh
e
ha
d
a
t
leas
t
take
n
i
t
of
f
before
sh
e
aske
d
hi
m
th
e
question
.
I
t
sai
d
Bist
o
Mu
m
an
d
wa
s
far fro
m
sex
y
.

“Huh?
”

Jame
s
didn
’
t
tak
e
hi
s
eye
s
of
f
th
e
television
.
Th
e
noise
o
f
i
t
wa
s
lik
e
a
whir
r
i
n
Polly
’
s
min
d
–
report
s
o
f
good weathe
r
kickin
g
i
n
a
t
las
t
wa
s
dominatin
g
th
e
new
s
but
Poll
y
coul
d
fee
l
a
stor
m
brewin
g
righ
t
ther
e
i
n
he
r
kitchen.
Everythin
g
wa
s
jus
t
s
o
dam
n
nois
y
thes
e
day
s
–
the
television
,
th
e
radio
,
th
e
peopl
e
i
n
shops
,
th
e
children,
everything
.
I
t
wa
s
lik
e
n
o
on
e
ha
d
tim
e
t
o
liste
n
t
o
anyone
els
e
an
d
havin
g
a
conversatio
n
wit
h
he
r
husban
d
was almos
t
impossible
.