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foliage.
    'Asparagus?' said Israel.
    'I refuse to grow anything beginning with A, ' said George.
    'Oh,' said Israel. 'Right.'
    'Och, Jesus. I'm joking, ye fool. What do you want, Israel? Get it over and done with and then you can be on your way.'
    Israel stood up straight as if about to read a proclamation. 'Well, actually, I've just come to say good-bye,' he said.
    'What did you say?' said George.
    'I've come to say good-bye.'
    George straightened up slowly from her potato row and raised an unplucked eyebrow.
    'Is this a joke?'
    'No. I'm going away, over to England.'
    'Well, well, well,' said George, crossing her arms.
    'What's that supposed to mean?'
    'Just.'
    'What?'
    'Didn't take you long, did it?'
    'To what?'
    'Cut and run.'
    'I'm not cutting and running.'
    'Well, you've been here, what, six months?'
    'Nearly eight,' said Mr Devine.
    'Eight months,' said George. 'And then you're away? That sounds to me like someone who's cutting and running.'
    'Aye, I always thought he was a quitter,' said Mr Devine. '"Because the daughters of Zion are haughty, and walk with stretched forth necks and wanton eyes, walking and mincing as they go, and making a tinkling with their feet—"'
    'All right, yes, thank you, Granda,' said George.
    'I'm not a quitter, actually,' said Israel.
    'Are ye not?'
    'No. I'm going to be coming back.'
    'He's coming back?' said Mr Devine.
    'Are ye coming back, Armstrong?' said George, crossing her arms. 'You don't want to dash our hopes now.'
    'Ha ha. Yes, I will be back. It's just a…business trip I'm going on.'
    'A business trip? Really?'
    'Yes.'
    'With what, your job as an international financier?'
    'No.'
    'With the mobile library?'
    'Uh-huh.'
    Mr Devine started wheezing with laughter.
    'A business trip!' said George. 'That right? What is it, an international conference?'
    'Well, yes, as it happens.'
    'Ach, you're priceless, Israel, so you are.'
    'A mobile library conference? Holy God!' said Mr Devine.
    'A junket then,' said George.
    'Junket? No. It's not a junket. It's the Mobile Meet, which is the UK's premier mobile library conference and—'
    'Paid for with our taxes no doubt?' said George.
    '"Render unto Caesar,"' said Mr Devine.
    'No,' said Israel.
    'Not paid for with our taxes then?'
    'Well—'
    'You're paying to go yourselves then?'
    'No. It's—'
    'A holiday then, is it?'
    'No. It's work. And—'
    'Good. How long are you gone for?' said George.
    'It'll be—'
    'Can we sublet?' said Mr Devine.
    'Sublet?' said Israel. 'The chicken coop?'
    'You've it looking rightly,' said Mr Devine.
    'How long?' said George.
    'We'll be gone about a week, I think. Few days visiting my family, and then to the Mobile Meet.'
    'A whole week?' said George. 'Sure, what are we going to do without ye?'
    The conversation had not gone as well as Israel had hoped. He'd half hoped that his departure might excite some small favourable comment and wishes for a good journey and a safe return. He was wrong.
    'Is he here for the Twelfth?' asked Mr Devine.
    'Are you here for the Twelfth?' asked George.
    'Of?' said Israel.
    'July,' said George. 'Obviously.'
    'Yes. Yes. We'll be back by the twelfth of July.'
    'You wouldn't want to miss the Twelfth.'
    'Right. No. Anyway,' said Israel. 'You're not…considering a holiday yourselves this year?' he asked, trying to be pleasant.
    'I've not been on holiday for seventy-eight years,' said Mr Devine, pulling the rug tighter around his knees. 'D'ye not think I could do without one now?'
    'Er. Yes. Probably.'
    'And some of us have work to do,' said George.
    'Yes, quite,' said Israel.
    George was already walking away, her back turned from him.
    'Good-bye then,' called Israel.
    She didn't turn to wave or answer.
    Israel walked bitterly back to the chicken coop. He couldn't wait to get away from here, to England, to Gloria, to good coffee, and to home.

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    T hey very nearly missed the ferry.
    Brownie dropped Israel off at Ted's little bungalow out on the main coast road, just by the sign saying TRY