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Creating engaging newsletters with your curated content is really easy. But how can you say no to the treat of pizza on a Friday? The parents think that making food for me is a waste because they always just end up throwing it out. They never even asked. Sometimes they just give me an empty plate and tell my best friends that invisible people eat invisible food. I mean, 21 22 Cecelia Ahern please, does the invisible wind blow invisible trees?

We come into existence as we are. The dads always say things under their breath to me when they think no one else is listening. For example, me and Barry went to Waterford on our summer holidays and we were lying on the beach on Brittas Bay and a lady walked by in a bikini. Nineteen minutes and thirty-eight seconds later, Elizabeth called Luke for dinner. My stomach was grumbling and I was really looking forward to the pizza.

I followed Luke down the long hall to the kitchen, looking in every room as we passed. The house was quiet and our footsteps echoed. As far as I could see not only was there no sign of a child living in the house, there was no sign of anyone living in the house. I liked the kitchen though, it was warm from the sun and because it was I f Yo u C o u l d S e e M e N o w 23 surrounded by glass, it felt like we were sitting in the garden.

Kind of like a picnic. I noticed the table was set for two people so I waited until told where to sit. The plates were big, black, and shiny; the sun shining through the window made the cutlery sparkle, causing two crystal glasses to make rainbow colors on the table.

There was a bowl of salad and a glass jug of water with ice and lemon in the center of the table. Everything was resting on black marble place mats. Looking at how everything glistened, I was afraid even to get the napkins dirty. Elizabeth picked up the giant salad fork and spoon and began to gather leaves and baby tomatoes onto her plate.

Luke watched her and frowned. Luke had a slice of margarita pizza on his plate. No olives. She was afraid to look.

She would knock it on the head straightaway and there would be no more talk of invisible friends. She opened her mouth to silence him but was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

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As soon as she left the room, Luke got up from his chair and took out a plate from the kitchen press. A big black one just the same as the 24 Cecelia Ahern other two.

He placed a slice of pizza onto the plate, took out cutlery and a napkin, and placed it on a third place mat beside him. A piece of melted cheese dribbled down his chin, looking like yellow string. I laughed and nodded. My mouth was watering. Elizabeth hurried back into the kitchen just as Luke was reaching up to the shelf.

She rubbed her eyes tiredly. She had sad eyes. Sad brown eyes and I was convinced that I was going to make her happy by eating every last crumb. I ate quickly. She circled the car slowly, inspecting the paintwork closely. She always felt embarrassed. She wiped down the splashes of dried mud with a tissue. Colm smiled at her sadly.

They had never done that before. They had always given Saoirse a warning and then dropped her back to wherever she was staying. Unprofessional, she knew, but in such a small town where everyone knew everyone, they had always just kept their eye on Saoirse, stopping her before she did anything incredibly stupid.

But Elizabeth feared Saoirse had been warned once too many. Saoirse was a danger. Why did she keep protecting her sister? When would she learn to accept that they were right, that her sister would never be the angel she wished her to be?

She had to hold her hand across her mouth to stop herself. She took a deep breath and tried to regroup, tried to regain control. Colm looked down at the ground and moved a stone around with his 26 Cecelia Ahern foot. Every bone in her body pleaded with him.

Elizabeth never asked for help. Her knees trembled as she begged on behalf of her sister. He may go lightly on her, then again he may not. Did she cooperate? There was a silence before Colm spoke. Colm had always had a soft spot for Saoirse, he was the one who was always on her side. She chewed nervously on the inside of her mouth and felt the taste of blood slide down her throat.

Although she felt huge relief, she knew it was no victory. No one could protect her sister this time, she would have to face the consequences of her actions. Elizabeth sat on the porch, trying to rest her knocking knees, and looked at her mud-stained car. Why did Saoirse have to taint everything?

Why was everything. She felt the clouds above push all that was between them and her onto her shoulders and she worried about what her father was going to do when they would undoubtedly bring Saoirse to his farm. She rose from the porch where she had been trapped in a web of thought, turned slowly on her heel, and headed inside.

When she got to the door the ringing had stopped and she spotted Luke sitting on the stairs with the phone pressed to his ear.

She leaned against the wooden door frame, arms folded, and watched him. She felt a small smile creep onto her face. He was growing up so fast and she felt such a disconnection from the whole process, as though he was doing everything without her help. He was doing it without the nurturing she knew she should be providing but that she felt awkward summoning. She knew she lacked that emotion, sometimes lacked emotion full stop, and every day she wished the maternal instincts she lacked had come with the paperwork she signed.

When Luke fell and cut his knee, her immediate response was to clean it and plaster his cut. He paused to listen to his granddad on the other end. Finally, he lifted the phone back to his ear. Since when had Luke become an expert on olives?

He must have learned about them at school, he had a good memory for things like that. Luke paused and listened to the other end.

Her father was confused enough as it was at times, without having to explain the existence, or lack thereof, of an invisible boy. Luke dragged his feet back to the kitchen. Irritation at the noise reared itself within Elizabeth again.

The last time she did, she I f Yo u C o u l d S e e M e N o w 29 released the chickens from the coop and I spent all day getting them back in. She upsets Luke. Colm just brought it back a few minutes ago.

Our lord only intended us to rest on a Sunday. Tell young Luke to come around with this new friend on Monday. She hung up the phone and made her way back to the kitchen.

Luke sat alone at the table, holding his stomach and laughing hysterically. She took her seat and continued eating her salad. Evenings spent over long dinners bored her and she never had much of an appetite, she was always too busy worrying about something or too hyper to be able to sit still and eat. She glanced at the plate directly ahead of her and to her surprise saw that it was empty.

He spat it out onto the plate.


What had gotten into him? I told you olives were his favorite. Granddad wanted to know if he could grow olives on the farm. Elizabeth smiled back. If he had eaten the entire thing, he would be sick all night and Elizabeth would have to clean up the mess.

She rubbed the base of her aching spine. A shiver ran through her body. She banged the dishwasher door shut, too fed up even to reply to her nephew. She sat down at the kitchen table, her shoulders sagged, and she held her head in her hands. Elizabeth had heard him say thank you. He knew it. He circled her slowly for a few minutes, studying her for signs of a reaction to his presence. He clapped his hands and stamped his feet. It echoed loudly around the large kitchen but Elizabeth remained at the table with her head in her hands.

No reaction at all.

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After all, she was a parent, and who cared what parents thought? He stood behind her and stared down at the top of her head, wondering what noise he could make next. He sighed loudly, exhaling a deep breath. Suddenly, Elizabeth sat up straight, shuddered, and pulled the zip on her tracksuit top higher. And then he knew she had felt his breath. Chapter Four elizabeth pulled her dressing gown tighter around her body and secured it at the waist.

She tucked her long legs up underneath her body and snuggled down into the oversized armchair in the living room. Her wet hair sat tower-like on the top of her head, twisted in a towel; her skin smelled fruity from her passion fruit bubble bath. She cradled a fresh cup of coffee, complete with splash of cream, in her hands, and stared at the television. She was literally watching paint dry. Her favorite house makeover show was on and she loved to see how they could transform the most run-down rooms into sophisticated, elegant homes.

Ever since she was a child, she had loved giving everything she touched a makeover. She also supposed it was her own childish way of trying to convince her mother to stay. She remembered thinking that perhaps the prettier the house, the longer her mother would remain home. As she grew older, her love for bringing the beauty out in things grew as well.

Even in her own home she was always changing things, rearranging and trying to improve. She strove for perfection. She loved setting herself tasks, sometimes impossible ones, to prove to her heart that underneath every seemingly ugly thing there was something beautiful. Beautiful, comfortable, and functional spaces were what she endorsed. There were light colors of coffees and creams and just like the mug in her hand they helped clear her mind.

In a world where most things were a clutter, having a peaceful home was vital to her sanity. It was her refuge, her nest, where she could hide from the problems outside her door. At least in her home she was in control. There, unlike in the rest of her life, she allowed in only those whom she wanted, she could decide how long they should stay, and where in her home they could be.

Not like a heart, which let people in without permission, held them in a special place she never had any say in, and then yearned for them to remain there longer than they planned.

And she chose for them to stay away. She had spent weeks planning for it, updating her portfolio, creating a slide show, gathering magazine cut-outs and newspaper write-ups of the places she had designed. An old tower stood high on the mountainside and the original plan was for it to be knocked over to make space for a hotel. No one was proud of it nor interested in it.

It was an ugly pile of stones that had been neglected to crumble and decay, which by day housed the village teenagers and by night housed the village drunks, Saoirse having been among both of them.

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A story began to circulate that if the building were knocked down, all love would be lost. It grabbed the attention of the tabloids and soft news programs and eventually the developers saw the opportunity for an even bigger goldmine than expected. They decided that they would keep the tower standing and instead build the hotel around it, leaving the tower as a historical piece for their courtyard and that way keeping the love alive in the Town of Hearts. There was suddenly a huge rush of interest from believers all around the country wanting to stay in the hotel to be near the tower blessed by love.

Elizabeth would have driven the JCB through it herself. She thought it was a ridiculous story, one created by a village afraid of change and intent on keeping the tower on the mountain. Despite the talk of the tower, she was excited about the prospect of a hotel being built, as the job of designing its interiors would be perfect for her. It would be a small hotel, but one that would provide employment for the people of Heartstown. Her last big project brought her to New York, but as soon as Luke was born that had all ended.

Having to walk out of the meeting on Friday should not have happened. Her employees consisted of Becca and Poppy. Receptionist Becca was a timid and extremely shy seventeen-year-old who had joined Elizabeth in her transition year while on work experience and decided not to go back to school. Elizabeth had hired her quickly after Saoirse, who had been hired by Elizabeth to work there part time, had let her down.

She had more than let her down and Elizabeth was desperate to get someone in quickly. To tidy up the mess. Keeping Saoirse near her during the day as an attempt to help her on her feet had only succeeded in driving her further away and knocking her right back down. Bracken, a sixty-eight-year-old genius with a needle and thread who ran her own upholstery shop in the town. She was also an incredible grump and insisted on being called Mrs.

Bracken and not Gwen, out of respect for her dearly departed Mr. She would often arrive drunk and abusive and willing to take anything that she could get her hands on—anything worth selling, of course, which automatically excluded Luke. Elizabeth had been trying to help her since she was fourteen. She had tried being her friend, had tried being her enemy, had laughed with her, and shouted at her, but nothing would work.

Saoirse was lost to her, lost in a world where nobody else mattered. She was a slave to her addictions. Their frustration would grow as they stood by and watched Elizabeth being taken advantage of time and time again till they could no longer be in her life.

She was always in control.

She knew what she was doing and why she was doing it, and she refused to desert a family member. She would not be like her mother. She had worked too hard all her life to be just the opposite. She cocked her head to one side. After looking around the room and seeing that everything was as it should be, she turned the volume back up again. There it was again. She silenced the TV once more and stood up from the armchair.

It was and not yet fully dark. She looked out to the back garden and in the dusk she could only see black shadows and shapes. She pulled the curtains closed quickly and immediately felt safer in her cream and beige cocoon. She tightened her dressing gown again and sat back down in her armchair, tucking her legs even closer to her body and wrapping her arms protectively around her knees.

The vacant cream leather couch stared back at her. She shuddered again, turned the volume up even higher than before, and took a gulp of coffee. The velvety liquid slid down her throat and warmed her insides and she tried once again to be sucked back into the world of television. All day she had felt odd. Her father always said that when you got a chill up your spine it meant that someone was walking over your grave.

Ivan watched her mute the television once again, quickly put her coffee cup on the table next to her, and jump out of her chair as though she had been sitting on pins. Here she goes again, he thought. Once again Ivan prepared himself and pushed his body to the edge of the couch. The denim of his jeans squeaked against the leather.

Elizabeth jumped to face the couch.

Her knuckles turned white as they tightened around it. She slowly tiptoed around the room, eyes wild with fear. Ivan leaped from his seat and dived to the corner of the room. Ivan hid behind the curtains for protection and watched as she pulled the cushions out of the chair while grumbling to herself about mice.

After ten minutes of searching through the couch, Elizabeth put all the cushions back in place. She picked up her coffee cup self-consciously and made her way into the kitchen. Ivan followed closely on her heel; he was so close that strands of her soft hair peeking out from under the towel wrapped around her hair tickled his face.

Her hair smelled of coconut and her skin of rich fruits. He had been watching her since after lunch on Friday. Luke had kept calling him to play game after game and all Ivan had wanted was to be around Elizabeth.

Firstly it was just to see if she could hear him or sense him again, but then after a few hours, he found her compelling. She was obsessively neat. And she thought a great deal.

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He could see it in her face. Her brow would furrow in concentration and she would make facial expressions as though she were having conversations with people in her head. They seemed to turn into debates more often than not, judging by the activity on her forehead.

He noticed she was always surrounded by silence. There was never any music or sounds in the background like most people had, like a radio blaring, the window open to allow the sounds of summer—the birdsong and the lawn mowers—in. Luke and she spoke little and when they did it was mostly her giving him orders, him asking permission, nothing fun.

The phone rarely rang, nobody called by. He spent most of Friday and Saturday following her around, sitting on the cream leather couch in the evenings and watching her watch the only program she seemed to like on TV. He had watched her sleeping the 40 Cecelia Ahern previous night. She had made Ivan tired just watching her from the straw chair in the corner of the room. On Sunday morning she was up early tidying, vacuuming, polishing, and cleaning an already spotless home.

She spent all morning at it while Ivan chased with Luke out in the back garden. He recalled Elizabeth being particularly upset by the sight of Luke running around the garden laughing and screaming to himself. She had joined them at the kitchen table and watched Luke playing cards, shaking her head and looking worried when he lost a game of snap against himself. He could sense her getting more jittery as the days wore on. She washed her coffee cup out, ensuring it was already spotless before putting it in the dishwasher.

She dried the wet sink with a cloth and put the cloth in the wash basket in the utility room. She had done the exact same thing the last two nights. But before leaving the living room this time, she stopped abruptly, almost sending Ivan into the back of her. His heart beat wildly. Had she sensed him? She spun around slowly.

Once she was facing him, he smiled. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and opened them again. She bit her lip and charged toward Ivan. Chapter Five elizabeth knew she was losing her mind right at that moment. It had happened to her sister and mother; her mother with her eccentricity and wild girl nature and Saoirse with her drinking problems and complete detachment from life. For the last few days she had felt incredibly insecure, as if someone were watching her.

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She had locked all the doors, drawn all the curtains, set the alarm. That probably should have been enough, but now she was going to go that one step further.

She looked at the poker lying on her bedside locker, rolled her eyes, and turned her lamp off. She was losing her mind. Ivan emerged from behind the couch and looked around the dark living room.

He had dived behind it, thinking she was charging toward him. He heard the door lock after she stormed out. He sighed loudly, feeling a disappointment he had never experienced before.

That has to be done for me. My special power is friendship. I listen to people and I hear what they say. Sighs and silences and avoided conversations are just as important as the things you do talk about. So all I could do that night was think about my new friend Luke. I need to do that occasionally. They like to keep it all on record for training purposes.

I needed to think about why I was here. What made Luke want to see me? The business is run extremely professionally and we must always provide the company with a brief history of our friends and then list our aims and objectives.

Take, for example, Elizabeth; she lies in bed worrying about car tax and phone bills, babysitters and paint colors. People forget they have options. I worried about my job a little the night I was locked in the living room. He liked living with his aunt, was scared of his mom, and liked talking about vegetables with his granddad.

She had heard me say thank you once, felt my breath a few times, and heard me squeak on the leather couch. Elizabeth did not want to play.

People refer to me as an invisible or an imaginary friend. Chapter Six elizabeth was awakened at a. She always slept with the curtains open. It stemmed from growing up in a cottage; lying in her bed she could see out the window, down the garden path, and out the front gate. Beyond that was a country road that led straight from the farm, stretching on for a mile. Elizabeth could see her mother returning from her adventures, walking down the road for at least twenty minutes before she reached the bungalow.

She could recognize the half-hop, half-skip from miles away. Those twenty minutes always felt like an eternity to Elizabeth. The rusting hinges acted as a welcoming band for the free spirit. Like the long stretch of road, it would tease her, and some days on hearing the creak she would run to see who was at the door and her heart would sink at the sight of the postman. Elizabeth had annoyed college roommates and lovers with her persistence in keeping the curtains open.

But now in her adulthood, the open curtains acted as her alarm clock; with them open she knew the light would never allow her to fall into a deep sleep. She went to bed to rest, not to dream.

She squinted in the bright room and her head throbbed. She needed coffee, fast. Somewhere far away, a cow answered its call.Allison Brennan. Dodaj komentarz. The Silent Wife. Thank You You have successfully joined Nicholas's private mailing list and will receive an email confirmation shortly. She was literally watching paint dry. When would she learn to accept that they were right, that her sister would never be the angel she wished her to be? Cancel Save.

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