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McGlynn, Stacey.
Keeping time : a novel / Stacey McGlynn.—1st ed.
p. cm.
(alk. paper)
1. Older women— Fiction. 2. British—United States— Fiction. I. Title.
PS3613.C4866K44 2010
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2010008925

ISBN 978- 0-307- 46440- 8

Printed in the United States of America

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ome on, Mum. It’s not as if you’re being put out to pasture.”

C Words by Dennis. Aimed at Daisy. Tipping the evening on its

side.
Fifty-five-year-old Dennis, sitting on the taupe linen sofa, across
from the mahogany cocktail table. His new wife, Amanda, beside him,
not saying a word. Dennis, leaning forward, patiently waiting to hear all
the things Daisy wasn’t saying. Then, hammering on. Forcing a smile.
“I hope you’re not thinking that.”
Actually, Daisy Phillips was thinking that.
Smelling the grass of the pasture.
Feeling the tickle of the blades under her nose.
Searching her son’s face for some scrap of infanthood, a glimpse of
childhood, a shred of adolescence. Nothing. Silly to think there might
be, but Daisy was groping, thoroughly shaken.
Dennis, “I think, we think”— gesturing to include Amanda—
“you’d really like it there. It’s crazy to go on like you’ve been.” Meaning
to continue living in the house she had been born in and had inherited
from her parents. The house she had spent her whole life in. Dennis,
going on: “Life would be a permanent holiday.”
Daisy, not replying. Too prim, too proper, with an elegance, a grace

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that never had to be taught, a perfectly straight back that did. Ironed into
her by a mother who had spent a lifetime focused on the wrong things.
Daisy, staring down at her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Adjusting her
ring.
Dennis, thrusting the colorful glossy brochure into her eye line.
Daisy, turning away. Dennis, holding it there for a moment, shaking it as
though it needed shaking to get her attention. Not getting a response,
Dennis, sighing. Putting it on the table next to him. Saying, “You can
take the brochures home with you. Look through them when you’re
ready. Amanda and I think The Carillion would be perfect for you.
There’s a lot more to these senior homes than you know. At least think
about it, okay?”
Daisy, looking at him. Meeting his eye. “I’d like to go home now.”
Standing up, smoothing her pleated beige skirt over her narrow hips.
Dennis, hoisting himself off the sofa. “I can take you right away if
you’d like.”
Daisy, “I’d like that.” Nodding.

inutes later Dennis, the top of his head glistening with rain
M from the trip out the front door to the car, driving his silent mother
home, leaving the dark splashing streets of Merseyside for the dark
splashy streets of Saint Helens, northeast of Liverpool. His wiper blades
lashing noisily back and forth, rerunning the conversation in his head.
He had not gotten nearly as far as he had hoped. Amanda would surely
lay into him when he got home.
Pulling slowly into the driveway at 24 Rosemary Lane. Slipping the
gear stick into neutral. Turning to his mother. “I hope you had a nice
dinner.”
“Yes. It was very nice, thank you.” Stiffly.
“Look, Mum”—adjusting himself in the seat to face her—“I’m sorry,

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but it’s been hard on me having two houses to maintain—two lawns to

mow, two networks of pipes and wires to worry about. I appreciate that
you try not to call me, but things always do seem to come up, and I’m not
so young myself anymore. And you know Amanda wants to move to
Chessex, to be nearer her family. And now that Gabriel’s finishing school,
there’s really nothing keeping us here. We’ve already started looking at
houses. Chessex is beautiful. You could have a cozy little apartment at
The Carillion, with me and Amanda close by. Think of it as an adven-
ture, a new chapter in your life.”
Daisy, nodding her head. Slightly. Turmoil deep within.
Dennis, feeling a charge of relief. Maybe they were getting some-
where.
Her hand on the passenger side door catch. Leaning over. Kissing
him. “Good night, Dennis.”
“Good night, Mum.” Dennis, watching her ease out of the car, before
scurrying nimbly up the stone front walk, past the stone wall. Glimpsing
her disappearing behind the cheerful yellow door, flanked by climbing red
roses flush against white stucco, on her thatched-roof home half-timbered
with exposed dark beams.
Not seeing what was on the other side of that cheerful yellow door:
Daisy leaning heavily against it, her shaking frame pressing against its
solid frame, surrendering to a fast-moving current of tears.

he following Saturday, Dennis, calling. Daisy had been dread-

T ing his weekly call all morning. She had spent the whole interven-
ing week in a closed-circuit loop over his recent proposal—locked in a
cycle of ignoring it, denying it, being annoyed by it, irate over it, de-
spairing because of it, hungering back to ignoring it again.
And now a ringing phone.
Daisy, picking it up. She had to. It was a responsibility growing

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stronger every day, knowing that Dennis wouldn’t be thinking that

she was busy in the kitchen, living room, or bath. He would be afraid
that she was dead in the kitchen, living room, or bath. Sighing. An-
swering it.
An exchange of greetings. Brief pleasantries. Dennis, not getting
to it right away. Saying first that he couldn’t mow her lawn yet again
because of the rain. Further discussion about the ceaseless rain. Then
finally, the main point: asking if she had had a chance to look through
the brochures.
Daisy, assuring him that she had—and she had, as they flew through
the air into the wastepaper basket.
Dennis, asking what her thoughts were. About an apartment at The
Carillion. About moving to Chessex.
Daisy, saying, “Oh my, what’s that?” Saying sorry, she had to go.
Someone was at the door. Pity they couldn’t talk longer.
Partly true. Someone was at the door.
Daisy was at the door. Putting herself there, in the rain, with the
portable phone. Saying their talk would have to wait until next Satur-
day, or until the rain fi nally let up and Dennis could come and mow the
grass.
Hanging up, thin strands of guilt flowing through her. Pushing them
aside. Hurrying to get ready to go to the club. A train to catch. An early
lunch with friends, followed by shopping in the afternoon, and stopping
for tea.
Daisy, standing at the gilded mirror above the bathroom sink, put-
ting on makeup. Running a wide-toothed comb through her light brown
hair. Applying lipstick. Taking a good hard look at herself. Her face, es-
pecially her chin—long, always had been, not brought on by the duplici-
ties of aging. Her features small, delicate on a perfectly shaped head. Her
nose, narrow. Big light blue eyes behind oval wire-rimmed glasses. Her
cheekbones, not too crinkled, her forehead, not too smooth. Wavy hair,

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parted on the left side, thick clumps of bangs swooping off in both direc-
tions, forming a series of Cs and Js across her forehead. Her hair long
enough to reach her eyebrows, short enough to reveal her earlobes, curling
under at the collar in the back. A tiny, slender woman of seventy-seven.
Gifted with an ever-present smile, an easy laugh.
Taking a deep breath. Standing as tall as she got. Confident, defiant,
upbeat.
Ignoring a slow, steady dripping from the shower head.

er friends, gathered around her— Gladys, Marylin, Cate,

Hdoor.
Ellen, and her favorite, Dot. Umbrellas, drenched raincoats at the

Daisy liked these weekly luncheons. Taking the train into the city.
Lunching, shopping at the rejuvenated Albert Dock. Feeling part of some-
thing with the city beating around her. Liverpool, recently voted Europe’s
cultural capital. The Merseyside Waterfront regional park and the whole
waterfront area drew millions of visitors every year. The Cavern Club,
the Beatles Museum, and the childhood homes of the former Beatles still
attracted fans from all over the world. The cafés, pubs, heart-stopping
architecture, cutting-edge theaters—all of it contributing to the energy
Daisy loved.
If only the skies weren’t consistently hosing the place down.
But that was Liverpool.
Daisy, feeling good. Wearing a new dress—navy with beige trim—
that fell just below her knees. Sensible low-heeled navy shoes. Smiling
during the conversation. Buttering her bread. Ordering the lamb. Ignor-
ing nagging unpleasantries pecking away at her. Going over what she
had lately been thinking about: hitting Dot up with a proposal.
Waiting for the appropriate lull in the conversation, then turning her

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attention to Dot, to get her idea out. Daisy, full of hope and slowly gath-
ering excitement at spilling the words.
But then Dot blew her away, speaking first. Mentioning innocently
that she was going on holiday for the summer. To Spain, where her
daughter had a house. Shooting down Daisy’s idea before it even got out of
her mouth. Not giving Daisy the chance to say that she’d been thinking
the two of them should go on holiday together. To Ireland. Or Scotland.
Even Wales.
When Paul was alive, he and Daisy had traveled several times a year.
Both loved exploring; together they had covered much of the globe. But
Daisy hadn’t been anywhere in the last four years—not since Paul died.
She hadn’t even thought of it. Until recently. Startling herself, imagining
traveling again— on a much smaller scale, of course. Places she could
drive to. She just had to figure out with whom. Dot’s face had presented
itself, and after thinking it over for some time, Daisy had concluded that
Dot would indeed be the ideal travel companion. They liked the same
things, needed their tea at precisely the same time, craved the same schedule
of bed at night and waking in the morning, were equally active—which
was to say they were unusually energetic for their ages—and were both
devoted to the same evening ritual: Cointreau with mixers. Dot was as good
a stand-in for Paul as Daisy could imagine.
But no sooner were the words “Dot, I’ve been thinking” out of Daisy’s
mouth than Dot dropped her bombshell. Daisy, nodding, smiling, wish-
ing her well, her disappointed eyes sweeping around the table of faces to
see if anyone else might be a candidate.
Dismissing each in turn. That creeping feeling again. Of walls closing
in, of dreams swirling down drains, of possibilities not yet lived like dan-
delion seeds on wings of birds, launched, full of potential but never hit-
ting the ground. Unable to shake the feeling that her best days were
behind her. Paining her to find travel on that list, too—that great, sweep-
ing list.
Sighing. When Paul went, everything went. Except her house, 24

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Rosemary Lane. Still hers. It was not going to be stored away like short
skirts, high heels, her passport—not if she could help it. Dennis and
Amanda could go. Let them go to Chessex, but not with her.
She would hire someone to mow the lawn every week. Fix the
shower head herself.
There. Problem solved.

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By Stacey McGlynn
ReadING GROUP Guide
ABOUT THIS GUIDE . . .
In order to provide reading groups with the most in-
formed and thought-provoking questions possible, it is
necessary to reveal important aspects of the plot of this
book—as well as the ending.
If you have not finished reading Keeping Time, we
respectfully suggest that you may want to wait before
reviewing this guide.
DISCUSSION QUESTIONS . . .
1. Do you think Daisy’s decision to travel alone to New What do you think was behind all of Elisabeth’s sus-
York came to her in a flash while rolling around in picions and unrest? Did you ever think Elisabeth’s
the mud, or do you think it was something that had fears about her husband might be true?
been building in her mind over time. Why?
2. What kind of relationship do you think Lenny and
Dennis had growing up, with each other and with
their parents?
3. Do you think Daisy would have done any traveling
again if she hadn’t found the watch?
4. Do you think returning the watch to its rightful owner
was the sole reason Daisy chose to go to New York
or was that merely a catalyst? Was she doing it be-
cause it was the proper thing to do, or did she have a
hidden desire to see the watch’s owner again?
5. Why do you think Dennis was so nervous about his
mother going to New York? Was it what it seemed to
be on the face of it, or were his own anxieties about
his marriage and pending move part of it?
6. Did Ann’s response to Daisy’s arrival and stay surprise
you? Did you expect a different reaction from her?
7. Was it in keeping with Elisabeth’s character that she
agreed to have Daisy stay with her and her family
when Ann was not willing to?
8. Did Daisy come into Elisabeth’s life at a good time?
9. Is it typical that Elisabeth didn’t want to ask Daisy
why she had come and Daisy didn’t want to bring it
up either? Who do you think should have started that
conversation? Have you ever had a similar experi-
ence on either side of that issue?
10. A certain sense of timelessness runs through the
book, a linking of the generations. What elements
does the author use to evoke that sense?
11. What do you suppose Daisy’s life would have been
like if she had given the watch to young Michael
and returned to Liverpool before she did. In what
way would the trip have changed her if she had gone
home before finding Michael Baker? Do you think
she would have stayed in her house, or packed up
and moved to Chessex?
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12. Discuss Hulda’s role in the story.

13. There are a lot of characters in the book that have

an impact on others. Whose impact is the great-
est and most likely to be long-lived? Whose is the
most subtle but still valuable?

14. What do you think the future holds for Daisy and
Michael Baker?

15. How has Eve evolved during the fifty years that
have elapsed between the first and second parts of
her relationship with Justin? Has she grown up at
all?

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