Page 32 of To Hell With It
‘It’s actually quite hard to see from a car.’
‘I should go.’ He smiled. ‘I don’t want to miss my flight so let’s hope no other poor bugger dies off!’ He laughed again and I joined in because what else could I do, cry?
He hugged me goodbye for a second time and I wanted to climb inside his body.
‘I’d love to see you again,’ he said, and I clung onto his words the same way I clung on to him. ‘Promise me you’ll come out and see me?’
‘I promise,’ I whispered.
I pressed my face into his shoulder to stop my tears.
When he’d gone, I sat alone in my kitchen, in my quiet house, in my quiet life, next to my packed picnic of olives and ham, and I cried.
Then, after what felt like forever, I picked up my phone, scrolled down to Una’s number and started to type.
You can have them back now…
Have what back?
The condoms.
Has turbo cock gone?
Yep…
Ah well, save them…
??
For Niall…
Fuck off.
Shall I come over then?
If you want to…
Do you want me to?
Do you fancy a picnic up Slievenamon?
How long will it take to walk?
Seven hours and four minutes.
Fuck that!
I’ve got olives and bread.
Did you make the bread?
Yes.
No wonder he didn’t hang around.
Are you coming over or not?
I’ll be over in ten xx
