Free Two For Joy by Patricia Scanlan Page B

orange ray of the street light.
    Heather hesitated. That would mean giving up Neil. She’d been hoping too, that perhaps she might ‘Do It’ with him. She’d felt he was the right one for her.
    â€˜Come on. Did he even come looking for you? Did he? He’s no better than that Breen low life!’ Lorna pushed.
    Heather took a deep breath. Her cousin was right. They needed a fresh start. All men couldn’t be totally self-centred. Could they? At least in Dublin there’d be a lot more choice. Neil Brennan could build his poxy garage without any help from her. There was no point in her staying in Kilronan. She’d be too depressed for words. She turned to face Lorna. ‘OK then. Let’s do it. Let’s go to Dublin.’
    â€˜Yes! Yes! Yes!!!’ Lorna punched the air. ‘You won’t be sorry, honest you won’t. We’ll show them what we’re made of, Heather. Let’s get out of this kippy town as fast as our legs can carry us. Believe me, this is the best move you’ll ever make.’
    â€˜I hope so,’ Heather said with false cheer. If it was going to be the best move she ever made how come she felt so dispirited?
    â€˜Come on, let’s make plans. We’ve to decide where we want to live. I think we should go for a glitzy apartment—’
    â€˜We’ve to get jobs first,’ Heather pointed out.
    â€˜We’ll have no problem. Certainly not in the hotel trade and I bet you’ll have no trouble getting into an accounts firm. Think positive, Heather. We are two gorgeous women, single and free. We can do whatever we want.’ Lorna was on a high, memories of her disaster pushed firmly to the back of her mind. Going to live in Dublin had been her goal for so long, she wasn’t going to let her cousin spoil it with negative vibes.
    Heather laughed. When Lorna was in this mood she was unquenchable and her gaiety infectious.
    â€˜OK then, we try for jobs tomorrow and then we look at all the properties for rent. Let’s go for it, girl.’
    â€˜You bet your ass.’ Lorna waved her pashmina over her head like a flag and danced exuberantly along the street. Nothing and no one was going to hold her back now.
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    Noreen slipped the deep ruby negligée over her head and settled the pencil straps on her shoulders. Normally she didn’t go in for such fancy nighties. But this was her wedding night and she wanted it to be special. The ruby brought out the colour in her eyes and suited her sallow skin. She lifted her breasts so that the seam of the cups settled more comfortably. If only she had another inch or so on her boobs, she thought wistfully, looking at the small neat pair that nature had endowed her with. That top that Heather Williams had on at the dance had been gorgeous, she thought ruefully. She’d never be able to wear a bustier. She’d nothing to fill it with.
    She yawned, dabbing some Chloe on her wrists and at the nape of her neck. She was tired. It had been a long, long day, but it had gone exceptionally well, as well as she could have hoped for, she thought contentedly. The drive up to Dublin after they’d run through the archway of friends and family, showered with confetti and good wishes, had been peaceful and quiet. There was no traffic to speak of, and she’d sat beside her new husband making the odd comment here and there, but mostly content to sit in silence and listen to the soothing music of Lyric FM, and relax.
    They had booked a room in the Airport Great Southern and Oliver had ordered two brandies from room service for them, which they had sipped companionably, chatting over the events of the day. This time tomorrow they’d be in Malta, Noreen thought happily. She’d chosen Malta because she’d nursed a patient who’d come from Valetta and told her how beautiful the port was, and what a lovely wild, rugged, historically fascinating place his