One Night Only (24 page)

Ho
w
tha
t
ha
d
change
d
a
s
th
e
year
s
rolle
d
by
!
T
revor wa
s
stil
l
th
e
appl
e
o
f
everyone
’
s
ey
e
i
n
th
e
loca
l
business
an
d
sportin
g
circuit
,
bu
t
behin
d
close
d
door
s
Gin
a
had witnesse
d
a
ver
y
differen
t
sid
e
t
o
th
e
husban
d
sh
e
once adored
.

Sh
e
remembere
d
th
e
firs
t
tim
e
sh
e
encountere
d
his
othe
r
side
.
I
t
wa
s
a
cool
,
cris
p
evenin
g
i
n
Septembe
r
and
sh
e
ha
d
jus
t
move
d
fro
m
Dubli
n
t
o
star
t
a
ne
w
lif
e
with he
r
ne
w
husban
d
i
n
Norther
n
Ireland
.
The
y
ha
d
bee
n
t
o
a
barbecu
e
dow
n
a
t
th
e
loca
l
sport
s
clu
b
wher
e
T
revo
r
was
still
,
eve
n
i
n
hi
s
mid-thirties
,
regarde
d
a
s
a
bi
t
o
f
a
hero. Th
e
crai
c
wa
s
might
y
an
d
Gin
a
ha
d
enjoye
d
a
fe
w
glasses
o
f
win
e
wit
h
Poll
y
an
d
he
r
siste
r
T
es
s
an
d
the
y
ha
d
giggled
an
d
laughe
d
a
t
som
e
o
f
th
e
locals
’
attemp
t
a
t
karaoke
.

Gina
,
i
n
he
r
littl
e
whit
e
summe
r
dres
s
an
d
lon
g
black
hai
r
,
wa
s
feelin
g
confiden
t
under
th
e
influenc
e
and
decide
d
t
o
giv
e
som
e
o
f
th
e
local
s
a
ru
n
fo
r
thei
r
mone
y
.
I
t
wa
s
al
l
a
bi
t
o
f
fu
n
an
d
whe
n
sh
e
san
g
‘Lik
e
a
V
irgin’
th
e
smal
l
crow
d
whoope
d
i
n
delight
.
Som
e
eve
n
sai
d
she
wa
s
a
grea
t
singe
r
an
d
sh
e
returne
d
t
o
he
r
tabl
e
wit
h
a
hug
e
smil
e
whic
h
woul
d
tur
n
t
o
tear
s
whe
n
sh
e
go
t
home
.

T
o
sa
y
T
revo
r
Humphrie
s
wasn
’
t
impresse
d
wa
s
the understatemen
t
o
f
th
e
yea
r
.
H
e
wa
s
humiliated
,
h
e
said. H
e
ha
d
neve
r
bee
n
s
o
disguste
d
i
n
al
l
hi
s
life
.
Th
e
me
n
in th
e
clu
b
wer
e
leerin
g
a
t
he
r
,
h
e
said
.
Th
e
wome
n
were laughin
g
a
t
he
r
,
no
t
wit
h
he
r
,
h
e
said
.
Y
o
u
woul
d
neve
r
see
Poll
y
Kno
x
ge
t
u
p
an
d
mak
e
a
sho
w
o
f
hersel
f
lik
e
that, h
e
said
.
Sh
e
neve
r
woul
d
sin
g
again
,
h
e
said
.

An
d
sh
e
didn
’
t
.

Dann
y
had
bee
n
impeccabl
y
behave
d
at
bedtime
earlie
r
,
jus
t
a
s
i
f
h
e
kne
w
tha
t
Gin
a
wa
s
makin
g
a
special
effor
t
fo
r
hi
s
dadd
y
comin
g
hom
e
an
d
sh
e
ha
d
settled dow
n
t
o
watc
h
EastEnders
,
waitin
g
fo
r
th
e
ke
y
t
o
tur
n
in th
e
doo
r
.
Whe
n
tha
t
woul
d
happen
,
sh
e
woul
d
quickly spra
y
som
e
perfum
e
an
d
brin
g
hi
m
dinne
r
a
s
h
e
watched th
e
new
s
o
r
whateve
r
i
t
wa
s
h
e
fancied
.
Mayb
e
som
e
T
o
p
Gear
.
H
e
love
d
T
o
p
Gear
.

Bu
t
hi
s
ke
y
didn
’
t
tur
n
i
n
th
e
doo
r
tha
t
evening
.

An
d
b
y
te
n
tha
t
nigh
t
i
t
stil
l
hadn
’
t
.
S
o
ther
e
sh
e
was, al
l
dresse
d
u
p
lik
e
a
Christma
s
tree
,
he
r
bell
y
rumbling wit
h
hunge
r
an
d
nothin
g
o
n
th
e
tell
y
t
o
distrac
t
he
r
from th
e
knowledg
e
tha
t
he
r
husban
d
ha
d
le
t
he
r
down
.
He
didn
’
t
car
e
enoug
h
t
o
com
e
hom
e
becaus
e
h
e
wa
s
wit
h
her
again
.
O
n
thei
r
fuckin
g
anniversar
y
.
Y
es
,
o
n
thei
r
tenth weddin
g
anniversar
y
,
T
revo
r
Humphrie
s
wa
s
wit
h
his
othe
r
woman
.