Dark, rich, full of contraception, ‘The Heron’ he also called her. She was the woman as self-destruction and unimaginably filthy sexual positions. Bunty, that was her name. Carmel could hardly believe it now. Their father had left them for a woman called ‘Bunty’. She had also been at his funeral. She had walked up the aisle in a large brimmed black hat – who could forget it – a whore’s hat, drooping at the graveside in the Irish rain.
