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I wondered if that was what death was – a place where there was no fear. Maybe I had died? Maybe that was what had happened? But as I jumped – in that one-second moment – it struck me that I hadn’t been really living at all.
I hadn’t, until I freed the butterfly.
ChapterForty-Seven
‘You’ll never guess what happened?’
Una’s drunk face stared back at me on my screen.
‘You’ll never guess what happened either,’ I teased.
‘What?’ she slurred.
‘Oh, nothing that grand … I just did a bungee jump!’
‘You’re fucking joking?’
‘Nope. I did it, Una, on my own, up a bloody crane. It was amazing!! And I freed a butterfly. That’s one gone from my head.’
‘What the hell are you on about? What butterflies?’
‘My OCD.’
‘Your OCD is butterflies?’
‘Never mind. What were you going to tell me?’
‘Did you wee yourself?’
‘No, I did not.’
‘I could never do a bungee jump.’
‘Well, I am the adventurous one out of the two of us now, I suppose,’ I giggled.
‘I’m proud of you,’ Una slurred again.
‘Thank you, I’m proud of me too. Tell what you were going to say.’ I could see she was losing interest.
‘Guess!’ She suddenly perked up.
‘You found outShaun did everythingagain with Carmel?’
‘Ha Ha. NO.’
‘What then?’
‘Niall came on to me in the pub!’
‘Niall O’Callaghan?’
‘Yes, bloody Niall O’Callaghan, how many Niall’s do we know?’
‘What happened?’
‘We ended up getting so drunk and…’
‘And what?’ I asked. I didn’t want to know but I did at the same time.
