Her grandfather, on the other hand, disliked it and muttered to himself when something was said of which he disapproved.

During that season, Helen remembered, hardly a Saturday night passed without a group of women wanting rights, or a priest in dispute with the hierarchy, appearing on the programme.

'Oh, look who it is now, look at her, look at her hair!' her grandmother would shout at a woman who appeared on the panel.

Her grandmother commented throughout, but her comments mostly took the form of exclamations of shock or wonder at what was being said, and on the personal appearance of guests. But sometimes, with extraordinary vehemence, when women's rights or politics were being discussed she would bang her fist against the armchair and shout her total agreement with an opinion being expressed. 'She's right, she's absolutely right!' she would roar.

She hated breaks for music and the appearance of writers or film stars or English people. They told too many funny stories; she wanted argument, not amusement. But she remained silent and tense when religion was discussed, watching some nun or priest or concerned layperson out of the side of her eyes. Once or twice, during these discussions, her grandfather threatened to turn the television off, but he never did so. All three stayed up until the end of the show, and it often went on until close to midnight, as an ex-nun cast doubt on the power of the Pope, or a student leader denounced the Irish bishops or the education system. Contraception and divorce were discussed regularly; her grandparents watched in embarrassed silence, but the only time when they threatened to send Helen to bed was when a woman on the show pointed out that most Irish couples had never seen one another naked, even people who'd been married for years.

'Oh, Lord bless us and save us!' her grandmother said.

The item on The Late Late Show which unsettled them most, however, was not about sex or religion. It was when an American woman, middle-aged, "with penned hair, and glasses, wearing a red dress, appeared on the show. She could, she claimed, make contact with the dead. She did not use the word 'dead', but talked about people who had passed away, people on the 'other side'. Gay Byrne asked her questions as though he believed her.

'Did you ever hear such nonsense?' her grandmother asked. 'Did you ever hear worse?'

The woman stood in front of the live audience with Gay Byrne beside her. She held a microphone and pointed at individuals in the audience.

'Yes, that woman there,' she said. 'I'm getting very strong messages for you. You have only one sister, is that right?'

The woman in the audience nodded.

'And she's been ill, hasn't she?'

The woman nodded again.

'The message is confused now, but are you twins or very close in age?'

'We're very close in age.'

'But when you were children, you are the one who was ill, right?'

'Yes, that's right.'

'Could this be your mother, dear, could this be your mother? I know that she wants to protect you and she's worried about your sister, but things are better now, and she's watching over you both.'

There was silence in the kitchen as Helen and her grandparents watched the television. The woman on The Late Late Show moved on to someone else.

'I'm getting strong signals again,' she said to a woman. 'Did you have a little boy who was killed or died as a baby?'

'No,' the woman said.

'I'm getting strong signals. Did you have a brother who died young?'

'Yes, I did,' the woman said.

'And he's still watching over you and he knows that you're a very strong person and you've just moved house, have you?'

'Yes,' the woman said.

'And is your mother living with you?'

'No, she was, but she's not now.'

'Well, he's worried about her, he thinks the change is for the best, but he's worried about her. I think you might know what he means by that.'

The woman nodded.

'Now I have to talk to somebody else. There's something important. Is there somebody called Grace here?'

There was no response.

'Is there somebody called Grace? Maybe even a surname?'

A hand went up. 'Grace is my surname,' a man said.

'And your first name?'

'Jack.'

'Jack,' the woman said, 'I think you're about to make a big decision. Now it's somebody very close to you. Jack, the ties are very close between this person and you. It's someone you think about every day, a few times a day. You know who it is, I think?'

Jack nodded.

'She says you mustn't go. That's the message, it's very clear. But there's something else as well, there's a relationship that's very important for you. You're unsure about it, but she wants to give it her blessing, and she says she still loves you and is protecting you and guarding you.'

When the break for advertisements came, Helen's grandmother did not move from the chair. She motioned Helen to turn down the sound.

'I wonder if you can write to that woman.'

'Enclose a postal order, I'd say,' her grandfather said.

'Who would you like to get in touch with, Granny?'

'Oh, Helen, I'd love to get in touch with my sister Statia, and I'd a brother Daniel who died of TB. I'd love to hear from them, no matter what it was, even if it was just a message. And it must be terrible hard for that American woman, having that power.'

'She's making all that up,' Helen's grandfather said.

'No,' her grandmother said, 'she has the power, I'd know by her. And did you see that man's face? It must have been his wife that was getting in touch with him. I'd give anything now to talk to Statia.'

Around that time, maybe a week or two later, Declan began to have nightmares. The first night Helen could not think what the sound was. She woke and tried to go back to sleep, but the noise persisted, and then she heard her grandmother moving in the room above and coming down the stairs. As though alert to her movements, Declan began to scream, and Helen jumped out of bed and ran into his room. He had sounded as though someone were attacking him.

They woke him, but he could not come out of the dream. He continued to scream and cry, even when they brought him into the kitchen and gave him a drink of milk and offered him a biscuit. He was frightened by something, and did not fully recognise either of them, and then slowly he began to calm down, but he said nothing, stared ahead of him, or at the light, and for a while they were unsure whether he was still living in his dream. And then he was fine again, but he would not go back to his room until the light was left on.

The nightmares changed him; during the day he became withdrawn, and often, as they went through a lesson or played cards, he became forgetful and distant and she would remind him where he was and that became a joke between them. But the dream did not stop, although some nights he would sleep soundly. On the other nights, as soon as his shouting began, both Helen and her grandmother would run to him and always – it was the same each time \a151 it would take five or ten minutes to calm him down and bring him back to the world they lived in.

His grandmother wondered if he had worms or if he might be sickening for something, and she brought him to the doctor in Blackwater. "He refused to go into the surgery unless Helen came as well. She watched the doctor examine him, check his tongue and tonsils and the whites of his eyes, listen to his breathing through a stethoscope. The doctor asked him if he was afraid of anything and he said no.

'And so what are your dreams about?'

Declan looked at the doctor and thought for a while.

'If I think about it too much, it'll come back,' he said.

'But just tell me what it is.'