Darkhouse

money?’ he asked, not waiting for an answer. ‘They turned to shoemaking, prostitution and distilling. In 1862…’ He stopped suddenly.

‘What’s prostitution?’

‘Whoa,’ said Joe, searching his face to see if he was kidding. He wasn’t. ‘Uh, do you know what sex is?’

Petey went red. ‘Yeah,’ he muttered, his eyes downcast.

‘Well, some men pay to have sex with women called prostitutes. That’s prostitution. I guess those lighthouse keepers were renting some of their rooms out to these ladies.’

‘Oh,’ said Petey and moved quickly back to his comfort zone. ‘Around Waterford, smugglers used to come ashore with alcohol, candles and building materials and the keepers would store them until they needed to sell them on—’

‘Even in smaller lighthouses like this one?’ said Joe.

‘Yes,’ said Petey, ‘they would—’

‘Petey,’ called Anna, waving a ringing mobile phone at him. ‘Did you leave this in the house?’

‘Thanks a million,’ he said, answering the call. When he hung up, he looked traumatised. ‘My mother’s driving Mae Miller somewhere. She wants company for the trip back. I always have to go stupid places with her.’

‘That woman needs to give him more independence,’ said Anna when Petey had left. ‘She shouldn’t be dragging him around all the time like a child.’

It was three p.m. when Duke parked his car and headed down the main street in Tipperary town. As he stared in the window of a hardware shop, a tiny grey terrier trailing a tartan lead bounced over to him and looked up expectantly. Duke paused, then hunkered down to pet him.

‘Hey, little fella,’ he said, picking him up, holding him against his chest and letting the dog nuzzle him. ‘Aren’t you a beauty?’

The owner, a young mother, rushed over with a toddler on her hip.

‘Thank you so much. He’s unbelievable,’ she said. ‘Nuts.’

‘He’s a friendly little guy.’

‘Don’t I know it?’ she laughed. ‘Thanks again.’

Duke stared after them, then turned and went into the shop. Minutes later, he came out with a yellow and green plastic bag under his arm. He walked further into the town and stopped outside a fast food restaurant. A group of teenagers were inside, slumped on yellow bucket seats screwed to the grimy floor. He looked up at the sign. American Heroes was printed between two stars and stripes across a faded blue background. He walked in and a buzzer sounded. The waitress glanced his way, then turned back to her notebook. Her uniform was hospital-scrubs style and strained across her back, twisting into her thick thighs. Her dark hair was scraped into ridges across her skull and ended in a dry ponytail at the base of her neck. Duke watched as one of the boys pulled her notebook down, so he could read what she had just written. He laughed.

‘Spell glass, Siobhan,’ he said flatly.

‘G.L.A.A.S,’ she said.

They all laughed.

‘G.L.A.S.S.,’ he said. ‘As in ass.’

‘That’s just ’cos I was writing too quickly,’ she said, blushing. She went back to the counter.

‘As in big fat ass,’ the boy whispered, loud enough for everyone.

The waitress stopped when she saw Duke. ‘Hiya,’ she said, awkward and eager. ‘I’ll be with you in a minute.’

She poured juice for the boy, then squeezed back behind the counter.

‘Now. What can I get you?’ she said.

‘Could I get a beef taco and Coke?’ Duke said, smiling as he looked into her eyes. He squinted at her name tag: Siobhan. ‘Sy-o-ban? Is that your name?’ he asked.

She laughed. ‘It’s pronounced Shiv-awn,’ she said. ‘It’s Irish.’

He smiled again. ‘Savawn? That’s not easy to say.’

She disappeared into the back room and Duke sat listening to the anxious conversation behind him.

‘That’s not your mum,’ said one of the boys.

‘It is,’ said one of the girls, ducking her head under the table.

‘Even if it was, she wouldn’t be able to see in,’ he said. ‘I’m waving at her right now.’

‘Stop it! She’ll see!’ she pleaded.

‘For fuck’s sake,’ he said, ‘you’re totally paranoid. There’s no point in going on the hop if you’re going to be freaking out.’

‘Is she gone?’

‘Yes, seeing that she was never there in the first place.’

‘It’s all right for you. I’m on report,’ she said, sitting back up. ‘Which means,’ she continued dramatically, ‘I get expelled if I’m caught missing school one more time.’

‘Well, I’m missing a major biology exam,’ said the boy, ‘and unless I have a pretty good story, I’m fucked too. I’ll be sent down to the lowest class. With the dopes.’

‘I’m only missing double music and a double free class,’ smiled the second girl. ‘And Mr Nolan can be worked on,’ she said. They all laughed.

Siobhan arrived with some fries, desperately trying to involve herself in their conversation. She was quickly back with Duke, her eyes down, rejected again by a cruel, casual remark.

‘People are idiots,’ said Duke.

She smiled. ‘Ah, they’re OK,’ she said, glancing back over at them.

‘You know? You’ve a really beautiful smile,’ he said.

She blushed. ‘Yeah, right.’

‘You do,’ he said. ‘Just thought I’d tell you. No big deal.’

She was called away again, but Duke stayed at the counter, talking to her every time she was free. He was the only person there when she closed up the restaurant two hours later, standing with her on the pavement as she snapped the lock on the shutters. When she was finished, she waited anxiously.

‘Come with me,’ said Duke, holding out his hand. She took it and smiled.

Anna stood outside the lighthouse with Ray, Hugh and Mark, the landscape gardener.

‘Here’s what we’re dealing with, guys,’ she said, handing them white masks. ‘There are layers of paint on these walls with rust underneath. We need to strip it all back to the bare metal, so we can preserve it and then paint over it properly.’

Mark started to speak.

‘Before you say anything, Mark, no, we couldn’t just scrape it off.’

He smiled and ran his hand through his wild blond hair.

‘I don’t even know why I bother,’ he said. ‘I’ve absolutely no idea what I’m doing. You should have left me on the lawn.’

‘Well, I appreciate this,’ she said. ‘You’ve no idea.’

‘Many hands and all the rest of it,’ he said.

She went on, ‘So what you need to do is put this stuff on with a trowel and cover it with this paper. Once we get that done, we can leave it for a few days. It should sweat the old paint off. Then we can see the real damage, see if any of the panels have to be replaced. So that’s it. Oh, and cover the floor with newspaper before you start.’

The wind whipped around Mountcannon harbour, rocking boats and tugging at sails. The concrete walkway thirty feet above was deserted except for Katie who stood swaying in the wind, her hands buried in the pockets of her pink hoodie. She turned her back to the boats and looked out to the ocean, lit in flashes by the sweeping beam from the lighthouse on the opposite headland.

‘This place still freaks me out,’ said Shaun, coming up behind her, pointing at the six-foot wide walkway that had no railing for its entire length. ‘I mean, your choice here is flaying your ass on a rusty skip then suffocating to death in a pile of rotting nets or,’ he looked down on the other side, ‘crashing onto some huge rocks and