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the station.'
    'No, I'm getting a lift.'
    'Is it that Joe? Joe Ashe the actor?'
    'No, no, Mother, Ken Green, a friend from work.'
    'I don't think I got enough steak.. .'
    'He's not coming to supper, he's just driving me there.'
    'Well, ask him in, won't you? We love to meet your friends.
    Your father and I often wish you brought friends back here more often. That all of you did over the years.' Her voice sounded wistful, as if she were looking at her wall of pictures and not getting a proper charge from them.
    Til ask him in for a moment then,' Anna said.
    'Could you bear it?' she asked Ken.
    'I'd like it. I can be a beard.'
    'What on earth is that?'
    'Don't you read your gossip magazines? It's someone who distracts attention from your real love. If they get to meet upright fellows like me they won't get the wind of evil sensual actor lovers who have their answering machines tied to your phone.'
    'Oh shut up,' she laughed. It was easy laughter, not forced.
    They had another drink. She told Ken Green about the anniversary. She told him briefly that her sister was a nun, her brother had dropped out and gone to work on the farm of her father's eldest brother Vincent, a small rundown place on Ireland's west coast. Feeling a little lighter and easier already, she told him that this was why she was having supper with her parents. For the first time in a long while she was going to come right out in the open, ask them what they wanted, tell them the limitations. Explain the problems.
    'Don't go too heavily on the limitations and problems, if they're like you say, dwell more on the celebratory side,' he advised.
    'Did your parents have a silver wedding?'
    'Two years ago,' Ken said.
    'Was it great?' she asked.
    'Not really.'
    'Oh.'
    I 'When I know you better I'll tell you all about it,' he said. I 'I thought we knew each other well now?' Anna was disappointed.
    'No. I need more than one drink to tell the details of my whole life.'
    Anna felt unreasonably annoyed that she had told him all about Joe Ashe and about how he had to be kept a secret at home.
    'I think I talk too much,' she said contritely.
    'No, you're just a nicer person. I'm rather buttoned up,'
    Ken said. 'Come on, drink that back and we'll head for the Saltmines.'
    'The what?'
    'Isn't that what you said your house was called?'
    Anna laughed and hit him with her handbag. He made her feel normal again. The way she had felt a long time ago when it | was great to be part of the Doyle family, instead of walking through a minefield which is what it was like these days.
    f other was waiting on the step.
    'I came out in case you had any difficulty parking,' she explained.
    'Thanks, but it seemed to be quite clear. . . we were lucky.' Ken spoke easily.
    'We haven't heard much about you, so this is a nice surprise.' Her mother's eyes were bright, too bright.
    'Yes, it's a surprise for me too. I don't know Anna very well, we just talk when I go to the bookshop. I invited her for a drink this evening and as it was one of her evenings for coming to Pinner it seemed like a good chance of a drive and a chat.'
    Ken Green was a salesman, Anna remembered. He earned his living selling books, getting bigger orders than booksellers wanted to give, forcing them to do window displays, encouraging them to take large cardboard presentation packs. Naturally he would be able to sell himself as well.
    Her father liked him too.
    Ken managed to ask the right questions, not the wrong ones. He asked easily what line of business Mr Doyle was in. Her father's usual mulish defensive look came on his face. His voice took on the familiar pitch he had when he spoke of work, and rationalization.
    Most people shuffled and sort of sympathized, mixed with jollying Desmond Doyle along when he began the tale of woe the company that had been going along very nicely thank you until in the cause of rationalization a lot of jobs, perfectly sound secure jobs, went. Desmond Doyle's job had got changed, he told Ken Green.