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Half a Jew

‘Taken in error,’ Poley said. He threw over a square envelope, with the flap tucked in at the back. ‘A bill. Some hopeful tradesman.’ I recognized Isaak’s writing on the address. The card inside was...

A moonlit swim

Poley plunged forward and began to swim away from me. ‘Don’t finish that bottle off,’ he called. ‘I’ll want a drink when I get back.’ I watched him until his head was very small, and...

A trip to the seaside

Poley said: ‘Got the bottle? Good. Climb aboard.’ He drove along the coast road, westwards, towards the distant enemy. I let him drive in silence, feeling that in that way he would be most likely...

Where is Siegfried?

‘I haven’t been cursed by a priest since Father Reilly caught me doing a mock of his sermon back in Dublin, when I was a girl of eight. This one’s an Italian’ (she pronounced it...