In Memoriam Maeve Binchy
Uit: Circle of Friends
“Annabel Hogan came in carrying three big bags. She was surprised to see her daughter sitting swinging her legs in the kitchen.
“Aren’t you home nice and early? Let me put these things upstairs.”
Benny ran over to Patsy when her mother’s heavy tread was heard on the stairs.
“Do you think she got it?”
“Don’t ask me Benny, I know nothing.”
“You’re saying that because you do know.”
“I don’t. Really.”
“Was she in Dublin? Did she go up on the bus?”
“No, not at all.”
“But she must have.” Benny seemed very disappointed.
“No, she’s not long gone at all. . . . She was only up the town.”
Benny licked the spoon thoughtfully. “It’s nicer raw,” she said.
“You always thought that.” Patsy looked at her fondly.
“When I’m eighteen and can do what I like, I’ll eat all my cakes uncooked,” Benny pronounced.
“No you won’t, when you’re eighteen you’ll be so busy getting thin you won’t eat cakes at all.”
“I’ll always want cakes.”
“You say that now. Wait till you want some fellow to fancy you.”
“Do you want a fellow to fancy you?”
“Of course I do, what else is there?”
“What fellow? I don’t want you to go anyway.”
“I won’t get a fellow, I’m from nowhere, a decent fellow wouldn’t be able to talk about me and where I came from. I have no background, no life before, you see.”
“But you had a great life,” Benny cried. “You’d make them all interested in you.”
Maeve Binchy (28 mei 1940 – 30 juli 2012)