‘A genuine once-in-a-generation writer.’ – The Times

‘Every word is the right word in the right place, and the effect is resonant and deeply moving.’ – Hilary Mantel

‘Claire Keegan makes her moments real – and then she makes them matter.’ – Colm Toibin

After an uneventful Friday at the Dublin office, Cathal faces into the long weekend and takes the bus home. There, his mind agitates over a woman named Sabine with whom he could have spent his life, had he acted differently. All evening, with only the television and a bottle of champagne for company, thoughts of this woman and others intrude – and the true significance of this particular date is revealed.

From one of the finest writers working today, Keegan’s new story asks if a lack of generosity might ruin what could be between men and women. Is it possible to love without sharing?