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What She Wants
Cathy Kelly
A warm and funny novel about facing change in our live, from the internationally bestselling author Cathy Kelly.Do you know what you’ll be doing next year? Nicole, Virginia, Hope and Sam all thought they did.Hope Parker imagined that she’d be slogging it out as a working mum, trying to fit it in quality time with her young children, and doing her best not to burn her husband, Matt’s dinner.Her sister, Sam Jones, thought she’d be turning heads in her new job as a managing director of a record label, climbing to very top of the career ladder and having her photo emblazoned on the business pages as the toughest, most brilliant company boss around.Wild child Nicole Turner reckoned that she’d still be going for wild party nights with the girls, maybe singing a bit of karaoke, possibly snogging a guy here or there, and trying not to get fired for using the office phone to make personal phone calls.And grandmother Virginia Connell thought she’d still be happily married to her beloved Bill, teasing him for spending too much time on the golf course and not enough time walking the dog or cutting the grass.But they were all wrong. When life changes suddenly for each of these four women, thay have to look deep inside themselves to discover what they really want in order to survive the turmoil. And they discover that a sense of belonging, a loving family and good friends can make all the difference.
What She Wants
Cathy Kelly
Copyright (#ulink_c2dfa00c-ad8e-563d-94ac-c5485d92c472)
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © Cathy Kelly 2001
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Praise (#ulink_819c6fbd-7d64-5101-91f6-fae5b381e148)
‘A must for Kelly’s many fans; a warm, moving read.’
Daily Mail
‘Totally believable.’ Rosamunde Pilcher
‘An upbeat and diverting tale skilfully told…Kelly knows what her refars want and consistently delivers.’
Sunday Independent
‘An absorbing, heart-warming tale.’ Company
‘Her skill at dealing with the complexities of modern life, marriage and families is put to good effect as she teases out the secrets of her characters.’ Choice
‘Kelly dramatises her story with plenty of sparky humour.’
The Times
‘Kelly has an admirable capacity to make the readers identify, in turn, with each of her female characters…’
Irish Independent
To Francis and Lucy, with much love.
Table of Contents
Cover Page (#ubaa25cb4-8c51-5059-9f73-a6ebca0093e1)
Title Page (#uda43360c-29f6-55a1-97d9-ca70df979f92)
Copyright (#u47b8b3eb-d702-5291-90ad-a4b93172dd05)
Praise (#u621eeeaf-3308-51c0-a47d-ba85bf2662f2)
Dedication (#u776dc324-8d9a-5985-be79-7aa7e05675bb)
PROLOGUE (#u18dad8ae-07eb-519a-b418-428065b4fe1c)
CHAPTER ONE (#ud01b3d50-6ae8-5f19-9713-c5d924e4a7b8)
CHAPTER TWO (#uf96d5233-95d8-5ef1-ad52-1cfb1510be48)
CHAPTER THREE (#u2656b458-cf46-5708-91df-d093dc41da19)
CHAPTER FOUR (#u1980f662-4d90-5c8e-98e2-7185a905e98a)
CHAPTER FIVE (#uece85d84-c557-5cc8-893e-b75c603a0138)
CHAPTER SIX (#uf2e2e931-1e62-56c5-8937-c7e74d23b8f9)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINETEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTY (#litres_trial_promo)
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Keep Reading (#litres_trial_promo)
Acknowledgments (#litres_trial_promo)
Excerpt from The House on Willow Street (#litres_trial_promo)
Prologue (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Also by the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
PROLOGUE (#ulink_93f54577-e312-5c2e-9290-a046e7ca2330)
As yet another noisy Cork and Kerry tour bus crunched gears over the hump-backed bridge, belching out diesel fumes, Mary-Kate Donlan closed the door of her chemist shop and locked it. If any Redlion inhabitant wanted either lipstick or flu remedies in their lunch break, they could go without. Ever since her assistant Otis had been on holiday, all she’d managed for her lunch for the past few weeks was a bit of a sandwich munched between customers and she was fed up with it. Today she’d arranged to meet her niece, Delphine, for a leisurely lunch and a chat.
Wrapping her coat around her, she hurried down the village to the Widow Maguire’s, a pretty stone pub with window boxes, traditional music sessions twice a week and the best pub food for miles. She ran across the main street, a slim middle-aged woman with plain bobbed hair and not a speck of make-up on her shrewd, inquisitive face. She hurried past ‘Lucille’s: Fashions For All Occasions’ with just a brief glance in the window. Lucille’s fashions were always a little on the eccentric side. This week, the window sported plenty of knobbly knitwear in jewel colours, along with one magnificent cruise wear rig out that would probably look fine in the South of France but was a little skimpy for Kerry in October.
She slowed down when she spotted Emmet from the convenience shop ahead of her. A crotchety old bandit with a fondness for porter, Emmet would talk the hind legs off a donkey and made for a very irritating luncheon companion on account of his tendency to wax lyrical about the rare ould times as he sank his lunchtime two pints. When Emmet had nipped into the pub, Mary-Kate speeded up again. He’d have met some other poor soul by the time she got there, so she was safe.
‘Hello Lara,’ she greeted a tall red-haired woman in a stylish trouser suit who was just climbing out of the sleek silver Mercedes she’d parked outside the pub.
‘Hi,’ said Lara warmly. ‘How’s business?’
‘Mad. The place is full of hypochondriacs. I should have bought shares in a drug company.’
They both laughed. ‘How are things going for you?’ Mary-Kate asked.
‘Marvellous,’ Lara said. ‘Just sold the old O’Brien place.’
‘Shanrock Castle?’ asked Mary-Kate, impressed. A crumbling castle set in fifty acres of weed-infested parkland, only someone very rich could have afforded to buy it because they’d need to spend two fortunes renovating it. ‘Another rock star I suppose?’ The district surrounding Red-lion boasted four rock stars, at least six novelists and one eccentric classical composer. The rock stars all lived sedate lives while the crazy parties took place at the classical composer’s home. Helicopters bearing Hollywood producers were always landing on his helipad, trying to get him to write music for their blockbusters.
‘No, an actress this time. I can’t name names but she’s one of those who keeps her Oscar in the toilet.’
Mary-Kate grinned. ‘They all say that. I’m meeting Delphine for a sandwich. Do you want to join us?’
Lara said yes just as a battered beetle pulled up and a voluptuous red-head in a purple velvet coat emerged.
‘Hi, girls,’ Delphine Ryan greeted her aunt, Mary-Kate, with a kiss and hugged her old school friend. ‘I haven’t set eyes on you for ages, Lara. What’s the gossip?’
In the Widows, they discussed everything from the price of property to the appalling state of the roads.
‘There’s a pot hole on the Blackglen road the size of a swimming pool and I spend my life avoiding it,’ Lara complained. ‘If I destroy a wheel on the Merc going into it, I’m going to sue the council.’
‘I love the Blackglen Road,’ sighed Delphine. ‘There’s a beautiful old period house out there that Eugene and I would have loved to buy, but it was way beyond our price range. It was fabulous, lovely old fireplaces and a big, sprawling garden with a bit of wood at the back.’
‘You mean Kilnagoshell House, the old B & B,’ Lara said. ‘I sold it six months ago. A woman from Dublin bought it, a widow actually. Virginia Connell is her name and she’s lovely. Lonely too, I daresay. You should call out and see her, Mary-Kate.’
‘If she doesn’t want to meet people, that’s her business,’ Mary-Kate said wisely. ‘It would be wrong to intrude. When she needs people, we’ll be here.’
Lara finished her sandwich.
‘Must fly, girls. I’ve got to value the sweetest little cottage on the Killarney Road this afternoon.’
‘Not old Gearóid’s place?’ inquired Mary-Kate. ‘Are they selling it or what?’
‘Or what, I think,’ Lara said. ‘Apparently the house will belong to Gearóid’s nephew from Britain once they’ve got probate. God love him,’ Lara added with a shudder. ‘Gearóid left it in a terrible state. Then, I’ve got a viewing at the Richardsons’ farmhouse. It’s a pity they’re leaving the village, they’re nice people.’
