It was dull, and heavy grey clouds threatened rain. Jack was tired; they had both been up studying alternative therapies and clinical trials in America. Their search had been frustratingly fruitless. Molly had looked into everything from Biofeedback to Labyrinth Walking and concluded that the Americans were mad. ‘How in the name of God and all that is holy does walking in a fucking circle cure cancer?’ Jack was listening to a Snow Patrol album while Molly continued to read the various trials they’d printed off the previous night. ‘Any luck?’ he said, as he pulled into a garage for petrol. ‘These are mostly about studying patients as opposed to fixing them.’ ‘Mr Dunne did say . . .’ ‘Don’t mind Mr Dunne. He’s only one man.’ ‘He was the one man who gave our girl a chance. Remember the others.’ ‘Every last one, and that’s why we need to go abroad. The Irish are backward, always were and always will be,’ Molly said. He got out of the car. She continued to read as he filled the tank.
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