In the Name of LoveCONOR AND I spent a long evening in Clonskeagh not shouting, at least for the first while. He came in while I was getting some clothes out of the Sliderobe. I always hated that thing. You could specify the finish when you signed for the house. You handed over three hundred grand and, with a special smile, they handed you a little card with squares of polished wood on it. We chose ‘Birch’. Hideous. Anyway, I was taking a few things out of the Sliderobe, when I heard Conor coming up the stairs, and a few moments later he appeared in the doorway. We didn’t speak. He sat on the bed and watched as I took an armful of clothes and laid them in a suitcase, with the hangers still attached. Then he got up and left the room.When I zipped up the case and came out, I found him on the sofa, going through my Pauric Sweeney shoulderbag.‘What are you doing?’‘Are you back on the pill?’ he said.‘What?’ I said.‘I just want to know.’I turned and went back into the bedroom.
