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21 Eugene Cullen
22 Evelyn Meagher
23 Barry Meegan
24 Aiden Traynor
25 Seamus Tully
26 Diana Zukov
27 Bin Yang
28 Gabriela Zat
29 Barbara Tomlin
30 Benjamin Toland
31 Anthony Spencer
32 Aidan Somerville
33 Patrick Leahy
34 Cyril Lee
35 Kelly Marshall
36 Josephine Fowler
37 Colette Burrows
38 Ann Kimmage
39 Dermot Murphy
40 Sharon Vickers
41 George Wallace
42 Michael O’Fagain
43 Lisa Dwyer
44 Danny Flannery
45 Karen Flood
46 Máire O’Muireagáin
47 Barry O’Shea
48 Frank O’Rourke
49 Claire Shanley
50 Kevin Sharkey
51 Carmel Reilly
52 Russell Todd
53 Heather Spencer
54 Ingrid Smith
55 Ken Sheeran
56 Margaret McCarthy
57 Janet Martin
58 John O’Shea
59 Catherine Sheppard
60 Magdalena Ludwiczak
61 Declan Keogh
62 Siobhán Kennedy
63 Dudley Foster
64 Denis MacCauley
65 Nigel Meaney
66 Thomas Masterson
67 Archie Hamilton
68 Damien Rafferty
69 Ian Sheridan
70 Gordon Phelan
71 Marie Perrem
72 Emma Pierce
73 Eileen Foley
74 Liam Greene
75 Aoife Graham
76 Sinéad Hennessey
77 Andrew Perkins
78 Patricia Shelley
79 Peter O’Carroll
80 Seán Maguire
81 Michael Sheils
82 Alan Waldron
83 Carmel Wagner
84 Jonathan Treacy
85 Lee Reehill
86 Pauric Naughton
87 Ben Gleeson
88 Darlene Gochoco
89 Desmond Hand
90 Jim Duffy
91 Maurice Lucas
92 Denise McBride
93 Jos Merrigan
94 Frank Jones
95 Gwen Megarry
96 Vida Tonacao
97 Alan Shanahan
98 Orla Foley
99 Simon Fitzgerald
100 Katrina Mooney
There was no summary, synopsis or anything to explain who these people were or what the story was. Kitty looked in the envelope for more but there was nothing.
‘What does it say?’ Pete asked, no longer able to stand the silence.
‘It’s a list of names,’ Kitty replied.
The names had been typed and were numbered along the left-hand side from one to one hundred.
‘Are the names familiar?’ Pete asked, stretching his body so far over the table he was practically crawling on it.
Kitty shook her head, feeling a failure again. ‘Maybe you guys will recognise them.’ She slid the page down the table and the other three jumped on it like lions on a piece of fresh meat. They placed it in the centre of the table in front of Pete and huddled round it. Kitty watched their faces, hoping for some signs of recognition but when they finally lifted their heads, looking as confused as she had, she sank back in her chair both relieved and confused. Should she know what the names meant? Had she and Constance had a conversation about it before? Was there a hidden message?
‘What else is in the envelope?’ Pete asked.
‘Nothing.’
‘Let me see.’
He doubted her again, and she in turn doubted herself, despite looking inside it twice. Quickly seeing there was no further information he tossed the envelope back on the table and Kitty dived for it and held it protectively as if he had thrown a baby.
‘Did she keep notes?’ Pete asked Bob. ‘In a book or on file? Maybe there’s something in the office.’
‘If there is, it will be downstairs,’ Bob said, looking at the names again. ‘My dear Constance, what on earth were you up to?’
Kitty couldn’t help but laugh. Constance would love seeing them all huddled round, scratching their heads.
‘It’s hardly funny, Kitty,’ Pete said. ‘The feature won’t make much sense if we don’t have a story from Constance.’
‘I disagree,’ she said, surprised. ‘It’s the last piece Constance suggested for the magazine.’
‘I’d still prefer to include Constance’s story,’ Pete said stubbornly. ‘It’s what I want the other stories to revolve around. If we don’t have Constance’s story, I’m not sure about the idea at all.’
‘But Constance’s story is just a list of names,’ Kitty said, losing confidence in herself. She didn’t want the entire tribute piece to rest on her ability to piece together what on earth this list meant. There wasn’t enough time, and the time that they did have happened to be the worst time of Kitty’s life. She was feeling far from inspired and her self-belief was at an all-time low. ‘There’s nothing to explain where Constance was going with it or how she was feeling about it.’
‘Well then, Cheryl will do it,’ Pete said quickly, taking them all by surprise. ‘She’ll figure it out.’ He snapped his folder shut and straightened up.
‘With all due respect, I think Kitty should do it,’ Bob said.
‘But she just said she didn’t think she could.’
