Emma’s theatrics, and even less time for Emma herself.
“I’m not sure. But she’s pretty determined all the same. I tried to convince her that the father has a right to know, but she’s determined to keep it all a secret from him –goodness knows why. Although reading between the lines, she must have been with someone she shouldn’t have been.”
“So what does your mother think? I’ll bet she isn’t too happy about it.”
“That’s an understatement,” Tara said dryly.
“I can imagine. But look, Emma’s old enough to – ”
“Old enough to know better? You’d think so, wouldn’t you?”
“That’s not what I was going to say. I meant she’s not a teenager, and she should be well able to cope as a single mother. It’s not as hard for people these days, is it? What with all the help they get from the State and everything?”
Tara nodded. “I know, but it still won’t be easy. I know Mum will help, but she’s getting on herself now, and wouldn’t be able to handle a young baby. Not to mention that she shouldn’t have to.”
Liz swallowed, wondering what to say. “I’m sure it’ll all be fine, Tara – and I’m sure Emma knows you’ll do your best to help out too.”
Tara groaned. “The last person Emma needs giving her advice is someone like me.” “She’d be afraid you’d start using your ‘mind-warping’ tricks on her,” Liz joked, knowing full well how poorly Tara’s family viewed her profession. Then her tone grew serious. “Look, there’s very little you can do for her other than be there to help out if she needs you.”
“I just can’t believe it’s happened – and at her age. And then all this fuss about who the father is …”
“She really won’t say who he is?”
Tara shook her head. “She’s adamant about it.”
“But why all the mystery?” Liz asked shaking her head. “I mean, these days, getting pregnant outside of marriage is hardly that unusual is it?”
Tara took another sip from her coffee, but said nothing.
“Well, I really hope she hasn’t got herself involved with somebody she shouldn’t have – a married man or something,” said Liz, finally vocalising what both had been thinking.
Tara r olled her eyes. “Unfortunately where Emma’s concerned, that’s a distinct possibility.”
There had never been any great love lost between Liz McGrath and Emma Harrington.
Unfortunately, much of Liz’s reservations about the girl stemmed from the fact that Tara’s sister and Eric had once been an item.
When they first started seeing one another in Dublin, Liz wasn’t too bothered about Eric’s relationship history; by this stage she’d fallen madly in love with Tara’s childhood friend and that was all that mattered. She’d heard that he’d been a bit ‘wild’ in his younger days and that there had been more than a few old flames, but at the time she didn’t pay much heed. And when shortly after they started going out she learned from Tara that Eric and her sister had once been a couple, she didn’t bat an eyelid. The past was the past, and it wasn’t as if Liz hadn’t left a few broken hearts in her wake too.
But when a few months into the relationship, she eventually came face to face with Emma, all Liz’s nonchalance went straight out the window. There were no two ways about it, this girl was stunning. Long flaxen blonde hair, huge blue eyes and a beautifully structured face – your average nightmare.
The first time Liz met the girl was when she h ad come to visit Tara in Dublin at the flat she shared with Glenn, and Tara had brought her along on one of their nights out. From the outset, Emma let it be known very clearly to Liz that she and Eric had been an item. According to Eric, the relationship had been brief and ended not long after he left Lakeview to go and work in Dublin. But he and Tara were closer in age and had been friends when they were younger, and so they stayed in close contact and met up in