The boy was afraid of it and enchanted by it and convinced that light was pouring out of, not into, its windows.

In its rooms, he imagined there would be music like Mass being sung, but louder.

 

In truth, the white house nearly blinded the six-year-old boy.

It shone in the Great Lake harbour like a lamp, brighter than the sun that lit it.

As the lakeboat in which they rode moved through  the waves towards shore, the house appeared to breathe heavily and draw itself up like something alive.

 



"You'll have a large room of your own with a wonderful view of the lake"

 



At night, when she undressed by lamplight in her large room with its view of the lake, she examined her shoulders, neck and breasts, certain that at some time or another she would be able to detect permanent evidence that his hands had visited there.

 



 While working, she kept an eye on the horizon for the sail she was certain she would be able to identify as his, and Aidan Lanighan's voice whispered in her ears.

 



In her large room with its view of the lake Eileen turned her back to the moon and wrote a verse into the long, undeliverable letter she spent her evenings composing.

 



She would not wait, not suffer forever.

 



"No, don't talk to me of death. I murdered love."

Then she would slowly climb the stairs, walk down the hall, and lock herself into the large bedroom with its wonderful view of the lake"

 



The lake was choppy, a steel blue. I must make a scarecrow for the garden, Liam thought, suddenly. Then he stared hard at his sister's face as they reached the door. He knew nothing about this woman.

"Eileen," he said parentally. "Tell me where you went."

She sighed and kissed his cheek. "I've given up on outer words," she said. "I live on an otherworld island. I'm going to lie down in my large room where I can see the lake"

 



"I would stay in this house all my life. If I were you I would never go away"

 

Jane Urquhart's [Away]






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