Page 43 of To Hell With It

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Page 43 of To Hell With It

‘Una is taking me.’

He nodded.

‘You’ll have to serve Maggie Ryan while I’m away,’ I laughed.

‘We’ll be hiring someone else to cover you,’ Niall said bluntly.

‘You can’t do that, they might take my job,’ I said jokingly, but I meant it really.

‘You might not come back,’ Niall said just as cryptically.

‘Of course I’ll come back,’ I said defensively.

‘You might decide to stay out there if things go well.’

‘It’s only a couple of weeks, Niall.’

‘You never know.’

‘It’s just a holiday.’ I said it casually, like it was no big deal, but it was the biggest deal of my life.

‘A lot can change in a couple of weeks.’

‘Like these windows?’ I looked up at the peeling green. ‘You really need to paint them.’

‘I like them green.’

‘They’re so dull and dark.’

‘Like me, you mean?’

‘Paint them ocean blue and I might change my mind,’ I said as I turned to walk away.

‘Pearl?’ Niall called me back.

I turned to face him.

‘Yep?’

‘Do you ever think about when we were younger?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Our childhood, walking home together, stuff like that…’

‘I guess, why?’ I said confused.

‘Do you remember when we’d sneak downstairs to the shop and steal biscuits?’

‘Hah, I’d forgotten about that.’ I laughed.

‘Really?’ Niall sounded surprised and slightly taken aback.

‘It was a long time ago. Besides, I don’t tend to dwell too much on the past and what biscuits we stole.’

‘But what if it helps you move forward?’ Niall looked at me intensely.

‘What do you mean?’ I studied him back.


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