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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
"At home, Jean his mother listened as they talked about the yacht. “It was the sea water, “said Callum. She began to mash the tatties. First she put in a lump of butter then some pepper. She reached for the "culprit", the salt, and hesitating a moment sprinkled in the crystals. She mashed the turnip in a separate pot then blended them together working the mash with a fork to get it smooth. The haggis simmered on the stove, in its big pan. "Like a whale," Callum had said. She thought of Jimmy. They had split a month ago just as he was going back to sea. There had been a row but it was the culmination of a lot of things. He was supposed to help out when he was home, with the kids, with the house, but he went out with his mates - jobs didn’t get done. The washing machine had lain broken since he came off leave and he kept saying he would fix it but he never got round to it; but he had fixed Annie Herdman's dishwasher. Over the last two years Jimmy's behaviour had eaten away at Jean. The outer layer of bonhomie had soon stripped away soon after their marriage, for he almost immediately went to sea following the wedding. Then his coming and going gradually wore down the other layers; her brasses lost their sparkle, her eyes dimmed with spray"
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014
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The model boat was not responding. It was radio controlled and up to now it had worked well. A wind had begun to ruffle the surface of the boating loch.
Separated by a causeway from the sea, the boating loch was also salt water and its level rose in keeping with the tides.
Popular with old men and young boys obsessed with model yachts and motor boats, the circular pathway round it was at times crowded as owners struggled to guide their boats electronically.
His yacht, the Enterprise, with its black hull and golden eye painted on the bow, had been a birthday present, for his sixth birthday, from his dad.
The sails were flapping now as the boat drifted in sideways, rising and falling amid the chopping wavelets now setting in on the loch,
His dad wasn’t with him - it was granddad who stood by his side. Dad was not often present when Callum sailed his boat, nor when he went to school or played rugby on Saturday. You see, Dad and Mum had split. Dad was away at sea, sometimes for months and it was too much for mum. She was the kind that wanted her family together – a woman who wanted her man home. His physical presence a necessary part of the marriage vow. A natural thing you would think, but not if you married a seaman.
