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BANKING ON TOM CHAPTER 13

  BANKING ON TOM CHAPTER 13   FRIDAY   Tom arrived at the office as normal at 7.00am. Jim Whitty greeted his as he entered. ‘Everything OK Mr. Nolan?’  enquired Jim. Tom knew he was fishing. On paper Jim may have been the lowliest employee. But he missed nothing. He saw everyone who came into the Bank and everyone who left. And the manner of their arriving and leaving. Nothing escaped his eagle eyes. ‘Nothing I can share with you Jim. But as soon as I can I will tell you. You will be among the first to know.’ Tom felt it was the least he could offer a soldier who had given fifty years of service. Tom placed relationships ahead of rank. When he arrived in his office, he found a note from Jim asking him to meet at 10.00 to discuss the limits for counterparties. When Maura and Steph arrived, he asked them to join him in his office. His PA Jill brought in a full jug of steaming coffee and chocolate biscuits. Tom tucked in; Maura politely refused the biscuits. As did...

BANKING ON TOM CHAPTER 12

  BANKING ON TOM CHAPTER 12 THURSDAY   Joan Nolan made her way to 10.00am Mass in the Church of Our Lady of Victories in Sallynoggin. The morning was piercingly cold but bright. The handsome church roof stood against the pale blue sky. She had attended daily Mass for more years than she cared to remember.  On Sundays she had brought Tom and Mike proudly to the midmorning Mass which was packed to rafters. They needed to be in their seats ten minutes before Mass started. Numbers now had fallen. Morning Mass nfeatures no more than thirty faithful scattered around the cavernous church. The majority were widows like herself.   She passed her neighbour Nancy O’Brien as she entered the church, making the sign of the cross with the holy water in the font. ‘It’s a grand day Nan’ ‘It is, thank God’ replied Nan who proceeded up the right-hand side of the church to kneel on the pew beside the storage heater. The men in the congregation wore ancient suits under overcoats. The wom...

BANKING ON TOM CHAPTER 11

  BANKING ON TOM CHAPTER 11 THURSDAY   Morning had not broken all sweetness and light in the Osborne household. Diana had arrived the day before unannounced. She despatched Michelle the au pair on the spot. Michelle had proved too pretty and too French. She had paid Michelle two months’ salary and bought her a one-way ticket to Paris. She sent instructions for the agency to find an ugly au pair to start in two weeks’ time when the girls returned from holidays. Diana was spoiling for a fight but Ben didn’t have the time or the interest. This infuriated Diana even further. She hurled a tea cup in his direction as he closed the door behind him. The cup caught closing door and smashed into pieces. Ben smiled. With Michelle hors de combat Diana would have to tidy up the house herself. He reflected that Diana was perhaps taking their marriage more seriously, This surely had to be a good thing. He wondered.   He took the tube into work even though he had use of a gleaming top of...

BANKING ON TOM CHAPTER 10

  BANKING ON TOM CHAPTER 10 THURSDAY   In a sparse warehouse in the East of London Tom’s younger brother Mike was having a business meeting with a tough looking type from Eastern Europe. Mike was wearing his signature three-day stubble. In his line of business it helped to look the part. London had become his home fifteen years ago after his final business in Dublin failed, leaving money owed everywhere and leaving Tom with a guarantee to honor. He reckoned his business ideas were good – just a few years ahead of their time. The first American explorers had got killed by the Indians, it was those who followed behind succeeded.   Around this time his marriage to Miriam failed also. Too much alcohol and too little money. He returned home late one evening to an empty house. Miriam left a terse note. She had returned to her native Sligo. She was going to forge a new life.   Mike did however learn a valuable lesson. Society was full of people with secrets they wanted kept...

BANKING ON TOM CHAPTER 9

  BANKING ON TOM CHAPTER 9 WEDNESDAY   Across twinkling Dublin Bay in the prosperous suburb of Howth, Jim O’Sullivan and his wife Maureen had been in deep conversation. After the management meeting in the Bank Jim had left the staff in the more than capable hands of Tom. Maureen made Jim a cup of strong tera and listened to Jim’s account of the evening. Maureen once had been an economist with a leading Irish newspaper. She continued to take an interest in all things financial and particularly in the progress of the good ship IBB and who sailed on her. Over the years Jim had come to value her insights and judgements.    He had been surprised by the proposal advanced by Tom. It was so untypical of him. Tom who had always been so measured now seemed happy to roll the dice and risk everything on February 28 th .  Jim could see the logic. One way or another, the IBB of old was dead and gone. Jim and Sebastian had spoken to the Central Bank of Ireland who listene...

BANKING ON TOM CHAPTER 8

  BANKING ON TOM CHAPTER 8 TUESDAY   Janet was surprised to receive Tom’s phone call from work around midday. 'Could she make time to meet in the neutral grounds of the Killiney Hotel for a coffee on Saturday to discuss a few things?'  Janet was intrigued. In the early years of their marriage he called from work two or three times a day. The habit annoyed her. He was treating her like an adolescent, or so she thought. And so she told him. One day she bawled him out. She was due to meet some other mothers from the twins’ class and she was running late. Over the years the calls decreased in number. Now he never rang. She regretted her outburst and thought of apologizing many times. But the longer she left it, the more difficult it became. Both retreated behind walls of hurt and rejection. It seemed easier to ignore each other than to fight. Now they rarely spoke except to agree finances. She could not fault him for his generosity. There was nothing she and the girls wanted ...

BANKING ON TOM CHAPTER 7

  BANKING ON TOM CHAPTER 7 TUESDAY   Over lunch Steph thought of buying a smart new business suit for the upcoming Management Meeting to be held later that evening. But she reasoned that might call attention to her. She should probably keep a low profile over the next two weeks until Project ‘Tom’ was over and buried. She had informed Tom she was completely behind his project.   She popped home to find her father in his business suit. She had intercepted him in the morning on his way into an office which had closed a decade previously. Tom had warned her that this situation was unsustainable.  Steph would have to find him secure sheltered accommodation. She was reluctant to accept reality. She was all too familiar with nursing homes and their smell of boiled cabbage and disinfectant. The rows of chairs in the ‘activity room’ where the inmates spent their afternoons watching television without understanding what was going on. The cruelty of old age she reflected....