The Motorcycle Cafe by Matthew Condon

There was no funeral for my son. I remember it was just a small service in the chapel at the back of the hospital. The chapel wasn't even as big as the waiting room for the fathers and relatives. It had a wooden cross on the wall and chairs facing the cross. They had to telephone for a priest. It didn't take long for him to arrive and then it was just me and the matron and the priest. A couple of my best mates waited outside because they were still in their overalls. They took their hats off though because they had them in their hands when I came out. The people at the hospital didn't let me see Frieda for what seemed like a long time. The whole thing was not real for me because I expected the child for so long and then there was nothing to hold or see in the cribs with the other babies. This 1999 Vintage Paperback is in good condition. Mark on text block edge.

ISBN: 9780091835576 SKU: 1576678 Note: Any image shown is from a stock photo and is not the actual book.

SKU: 1576678
Location: Fiction