Nouveauté
COLETTE a Cardiff story
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- ISBN8233142468
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- Date de parution07/08/2026
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- ÉditeurLinda Balsamo
Résumé
Cardiff, January 1977. Snow on the estates, the pubs full regardless. At half past five Colette did the tape. By ten past six she was still sitting on the edge of her bed in her coat, working out whether she could face the walk to the bus stop. She goes. In a snowbound pub in Canton she meets Peter Manley - twenty-one, from the same council estate in Ely, five minutes from her door, and in twenty years they have never once met.
He takes her outside into the cold and asks to hear her story. Nobody has ever asked. People have talked about her, and around her, and over the top of her. Nobody has asked her. What follows costs them both more than either expects. Two families who have to decide something. A street that decided years ago. A job in London that neither of them can refuse or survive. A night in a Dublin garda station.
And one sentence, on a wet October evening outside a shop on St Mary Street, that neither of them says. Love turns out to be the easy part. Understanding takes longer, and some griefs are carried in silence for thirty years before anybody gives them a name. An ode to the ordinary - to council houses and social clubs and Friday nights, and to two people who were both right, and lost each other anyway.
He takes her outside into the cold and asks to hear her story. Nobody has ever asked. People have talked about her, and around her, and over the top of her. Nobody has asked her. What follows costs them both more than either expects. Two families who have to decide something. A street that decided years ago. A job in London that neither of them can refuse or survive. A night in a Dublin garda station.
And one sentence, on a wet October evening outside a shop on St Mary Street, that neither of them says. Love turns out to be the easy part. Understanding takes longer, and some griefs are carried in silence for thirty years before anybody gives them a name. An ode to the ordinary - to council houses and social clubs and Friday nights, and to two people who were both right, and lost each other anyway.