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She complained of his silence, his ignoring her, said she wanted holidays, so they went on holidays and then she complained that he was a miserable sod.
    ‘Why did you marry me, then?’ he blurted out one day when Ann was having a go.
    ‘I thought I loved you,’ she said, ‘and I thought you’d change. Wrong on both counts.’
    That hurt and she knew it. She looked away and shook her head and said, ‘I think it was a mistake, Roy, I’m sorry. I’m just so unhappy.’
    So they had parted ways and split the money from the sale of the house. She’d never tried to claim maintenance, at least that was something. Ann moved away, she met a man who was taking over a salon in Alicante and set up with him.
    Roy started going to St Agnes’s, near his new digs – though his visits were irregular, depending on his schedule. Peggy went too. She got chatting to him one day after mass. Their mothers had known each other, Peggy said. Peggy and he had been to the same primary school, though she’d been three years ahead of him so she would never have noticed him back then.
    The next time he saw her, she asked if he’d come with them as a helper for the trip to Lourdes. He was about to refuse, he saw enough of the continent as it was with the truck driving, but the way she smiled changed his mind.
    It went on from there, the friendship growing quite slowly, unlike the sudden both-feet-first nature of him and Ann.
    After a while he plucked up courage to invite Peggy out for a meal, to an Italian restaurant. He appreciated the company. She would chatter away but it wasn’t like the gossip Ann had shared, spiked with putdowns or disapproval. Peggy was more positive than that. She didn’t seem to be bothered by his reticence, either. She never chivvied him to talk which made it easier for him to do so.
    That evening, outside the house she still shared with her parents, she had kissed him.
    ‘I can’t marry you,’ Roy said.
    ‘I know,’ she said, ‘we’ll just have to live in sin.’
    He stared at her, shocked to the core. He knew how much her faith meant and what it might cost her once word got out.
    ‘It wouldn’t be fair,’ he said, ‘what about church, and your family?’
    ‘It wouldn’t be fair if we were kept apart because of some outdated dogma.’ Her eyes were warm, merry.
    ‘But people – you know what they’re like?’
    ‘Yes. We might have to go to a different church,’ she said.
    He looked at her – did she mean it, would she really live with him outside of marriage?
    ‘Why should I have to choose between my faith and a chance at happiness?’ she said, ‘I want both.’
    He kissed her then and she responded.
    They moved in together a few months later and started going to St Edmund’s. Roy bought her a gold ring. Peggy began to use his surname. She had one proviso, she asked if he would consider doing a different job, if he could find something so he wasn’t away so much.
    He agreed and got the job at the warehouse. He didn’t think he could be any happier and then they had Simon.
    Now the priest began to recite a Hail Mary. Roy listened, one thumb stroking Peggy’s hand, but he didn’t join in. He didn’t pray anymore. He didn’t believe in it.

Chapter 4
 
    ‘Thank you, Mrs Halliwell.’
    ‘You’re welcome, Oliver, tell your mum that I’m very pleased with you. And have a think about the exam will you?’
    ‘Yes, Miss.’
    Norma shut the front door. He was a sweet child, polite and good-mannered but natural enough to get the giggles sometimes when he made mistakes that sounded comical. And she laughed along with him. He was her last pupil of the day.
    She put the music away in the piano stool, went through and turned the lamp on in the living room and closed the curtains.
    An hour later, Don still wasn’t back. After all the strain of the inquest and with him completely exonerated she thought he might have come home to relax and well – perhaps celebrate wasn’t the right word –