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    Lauren and Peter ’s home was exteriorly designed similar to the other large houses within the small estate of forty upper middle class residences - typical 5 bedrooms detached with garage, but inside the builders gave the option to each new owner of how they would like their interior styled. Just before the start of the Irish boom in the building industry the top builders and architects were trying to outdo one another with new ideas. Then with houses at their highest prices ever in 2006 , the saving of space to build as many houses as the planning laws would allow (and of course increase profit - one never knows when the bubble will burst !) was the main theme of those crazy day s .
    So Lauren opted for an open plan with the American Ash stairs being the central point of her home sweeping up to the surrounding bedrooms and bathrooms, the house looked and smelled new even though it was n ow eleven years old. While the furniture expressed a modern and chic taste it was something people would expect to see in an expensive show house rather than a home, even the light beige suede sofa and matching armchairs looked smooth and untouched like the day Lauren purchased them two years ago.
    The sitting room was designed simply in pastel shades and with thanks to her cleaner Mrs. Bridges, it smelled clean. Last night Lauren just sat in the kitchen in a comatose state with her brother-in-law Pat trying to spark up some conversation with her, Mrs. Bridges and Debbie slaved to make the place even cleaner than it was.
    Her love of timber was elegantly aired throughout the house, teak sheeted doors, parquet flooring and of course that stairway, it was a typical expression of Lauren – I love it just don’t overdo it in case I get bored.
    ‘Hello you two, have you eaten yet?’ The children turned to their mother quickly running to her.
    ‘It’s this morning, isn’t it Mammy?’ seven year old Emma anxiously asked even though she already knew the answer.
    Lauren knelt down hugging them both, ‘There there, it’s going to be all right you wait and see. Be good for Mammy and soon it will be over and we can get back to normal, okay.’ Hugging them she knew the last three days, no the last three months was a mixture of confusion and anxiety for them but holding her children Lauren somehow found determination to face the day ahead.
    ‘ But will it ever return to normal ’ she questioned herself, ‘ should I let it slide back to the way it was, that was normal to us? ’ Once again her thoughts rolled on to the future. 
    She was concerned that the children would not understand the irrevers ibility of their father’s death she doubted if they even realize d the universal nature of death.  Her doctor briefly told her what to look out for when she expressed her concerns to him yesterday - Depressed mood, poor appetite or overeating, insomnia, low energy, low self-esteem, poor concentration, feelings of hopelessness. Would the changes she was proposing only expediate the process for them or perhaps be s omething of a deterre nt , something to take their little thoughts away from their missing daddy, tha t empty void now in their small world .
    Interrupting Lauren’s thoughts the woman who knocked on Lauren ’s bedroom door earlier entered the living room, ‘Would you like something to eat? The car will arrive in 20 minutes, there’s plenty of time.’
    ‘No thanks, Debbie just a cup of coffee and a cigarette,’ she started smoking again three months ago. ‘I don’t think I could eat - not yet anyhow,’ the thought of having cereal or toast made her stomach churn yet again.
    ‘But you’ve got to eat something, it’s going to be a long morning,’ her sister- in-law softly insisted, she understood how Lauren was feeling but felt the need to emphasize the importance of being strong, fainting through hunger wouldn’t be a good start.  Debbie was so worried, she could see the puffiness and dark circles around her