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Chapter 11

From Alex

To Rosie

Subject Secret boyfriend

Back home from my honeymoon; you sly little lady, you never told me about this new boyfriend of yours! Sally couldn’t wait to tell me, which I thought was rather sweet. I didn’t realise Katie and Sally were writing to each other, did you?

Anyway, why didn’t you say a word about this guy at the wedding? You usually tell me everything. So come on! What’s he like? What’s his name? Where did you meet him? What does he look like? What does he do for a living? I hope he earns loads of money and that he’s treating you well, or else I’m coming over to throttle him.

I’ll have to get back to Dublin to meet this guy; make sure he gets the best friend approval. Anyway, let me no all the details (maybe not all of them).

Hi Stephanie,

Just writing to see how you are, love, and to share a bit of good news with you. I’m sure Rosie hasn’t told you this already because she’s keeping pretty quiet about it, but she’s met someone! We are all so delighted. She seems so happy, those big blue eyes don’t look so sad any more and there’s a spring in her step again. More like the Rosie we used to know.

Anyway, she brought him over to the house yesterday for dinner and I have to say he really is a charming man. His name is Greg Collins and he’s a bank manager for AIB in Fairview.

He’s a little taller than Rosie with a cute little face. He’s thirty-something, I would guess, and he is absolutely wonderful with Katie. They spent the day teasing each other, which was very funny. It’s been difficult, as you know, for Rosie to meet someone who she likes herself as well as taking into account that it has to be somebody that Katie feels comfortable with too. But there should be no compromises I keep telling her. Too often she ended up on dates with those other men just because Katie liked them. Anyway, as I said, Katie adores Greg. I’m so pleased Rosie seems to have found a nice fellow at last.

Anyway, how’s work? Busy as always? Don’t work yourself too hard in that restaurant, love; you need to enjoy life too. Your dad and me were thinking of coming over to you for a little holiday soon – would that be OK? Let us know when you’re free and we’ll work around it. Say hello to Pierre for us. Looking forward to seeing you.

Love,

Mum

From Rosie

To Alex

Subject Re: Secret boyfriend!

Oops, my little secret is out now, thanks to Katie and her big mouth! Well, I didn’t say anything about Greg (that’s his name) at your wedding, because at that stage we hadn’t even gone out yet! We met in the Dancing Cow nightclub (it’s a very long story!) just before I went over to you in Boston, and he took my number and asked me out but I said no! So I must have gone all gushy after your wedding because when I came back I rang him up and asked him out!

Oh, Alex, I’ve been wined and dined like never before! He’s taken me to restaurants I’ve only read about in magazines and he’s terribly romantic, but you said not to give you all the details so I won’t tell you about our weekend away down the country … OK, so you wanted to know all about him, here goes. He is thirty-six, works at the bank in Fairview. He’s not exactly tall (my height), which isn’t exactly small either, but … OK if he was to stand beside you, you would have a fantastic view of his scalp. But he has sandy-coloured hair and wonderful twinkling blue eyes.

He is always bringing Katie little gifts when he comes, which I know he shouldn’t do, but I love seeing her being spoiled, especially as I haven’t exactly been able to do that myself over the years. I can’t believe I have finally met a man who doesn’t mind that I have a daughter; all the others looked at me like I was diseased when I told them, and would suddenly think of a great excuse to have to leave the dinner table. I also can’t believe that Katie and I have finally agreed on the same man. She seemed only to like the young, pretty ones that she fancied herself, probably. We need to be realistic here, though. I can hardly afford to be picky!! Her idea of a great partner for me was someone who would play games with her all the time, pull silly faces, put on unattractive voices and wear brightly coloured clothes that should only be worn on Saturday morning TV.

Anyway, I seem to have found him. He is a very generous, caring and thoughtful man, and I think I am very lucky to have met him. It may not last for ever but I’m enjoying myself, Alex. I know I’ve been such a misery guts for the past, oh, I don’t know … ten years or so (!) but now I have realised that Katie and I are a team and if they can’t love us both then they can get lost.

But I think I may have met a man who does. Fingers crossed.

PS. I notice you have stopped referring to Ireland as home. Your heart must finally be in Boston now.

From Alex

To Rosie

Subject Oooh Rosie’s in love!

Oooooh! Rosie sounds like she’s in love!

With a bank manager who goes clubbing in a place called the Dancing Cow? What kind of bank manager (or any man, for that matter) goes to the Dancing Cow? Fair enough, you and your friend Ruby seem to have gone off the rails altogether, so therefore I wouldn’t expect anything more from you. But I don’t no, I’m not yet convinced this man is the right one for you.

And I have to say I was slightly insulted by your last letter. What do you mean by the statement, ‘I have finally met a man who doesn’t mind that I have a daughter’? I think that I have always been supportive of you and Katie – in fact I no I have. Whenever I can, I visit you and bring you out to all your favourite restaurants and bring my goddaughter presents.

Anyway, I’d better go. Just worked a double shift at the hospital so I’m feeling really tired.

From Rosie

To Alex

Subject Thanks, Mr. Supportive

Well, thank you, Mr. Supportive, for being so happy for me. In case you haven’t noticed, you and I are not involved in a romantic relationship. Yes, you are a wonderful friend (supportive and generous), but you are not here every day with me. I’m sure you will understand when I say that finding a friend and finding a partner are two very different things. You accept me warts and all, some men don’t. But you’re not here.

OK, well, that’s all. Hope married life is going wonderfully!

You have an instant message from: RUBY.

Ruby: Katie told Sally what??

Rosie: I know, it’s crazy, isn’t it? And Katie wrote that letter after I had only been on one date with Greg!

Ruby: Wow, she must really like him to be telling people about him so soon. Ah well, maybe Sally won’t feel like you’re trying to get your grubby little mitts on her husband now.

Rosie: Ah, who cares anyway? I have my Greg!

Ruby: Ugh, you make me sick. You’ve turned into one of those sickening couples that we hate. You two are carrying on like love-struck teenagers; I think I’ll have to find a new single friend so that I don’t feel like a complete gooseberry the next time we go out.

Rosie: You’re such a liar! You were having a great time with all those guys every time I looked at you. You were the centre of attention!

Ruby: Oh, a girl does what she has to … Anyway, you must have spotted me only on the rare occasion you detached your lips from Greg’s. Oh, by the way, that guy called me last night so I’m thinking of—

You have an instant message from: GREG.

Greg: Hello, gorgeous. How’s your day going?

Rosie: Oh, hello! Oh, it’s the same as usual … better now, though!

Ruby: Hello? Are you still there or has Randy Andy attacked you?

Rosie: Sorry, Greg, just a second. I’m chatting to Ruby online too!

Greg: Do you two ever do any work?!

Rosie: Enough to keep ourselves from getting fired.

Greg: I’ll try you again later.

Rosie: No, no! Don’t be silly! I’m perfectly capable of carrying on two conversations at the same time. Besides, I want to chat to you and if I tell that to Ruby she’ll be even more angry at me for becoming one of them …

Greg: Who’s ‘them’?

Rosie: Part of the secret couple élite.

Greg: Oh, them! Of course, silly me …

Rosie: Sorry, Ruby, Greg is messaging me too, so bear with me for a few minutes.

Ruby: Can you two not live without each other for a few hours?

Rosie: No!

Ruby: Oh, I miss Rosie. Who are you and what have you done to my man-hating friend?

Rosie: Don’t worry, she’s still here, just taking a well-deserved break. So what were you saying about this guy you met the other night?

Ruby: Oh yeah, his name is Ted (a real teddy bear), he’s overweight but then again so am I so who cares; we can bounce off each other. He’s a truck driver and he seemed like a nice guy because he kept buying me drinks, which puts him up pretty high on my Decent Man scale. Plus he was the only person who wasn’t ignoring me in the pub that night.

Rosie: Oh, I’m so sorry, but you know what it’s like when you meet someone new: you want to get to know everything about them.

Ruby: No, I don’t quite want to know everything about Ted … I don’t want to be put off him.

Rosie: So, Greg, what are you doing tonight?

Greg: Rosie, my dear, I am all yours! Why don’t we get a bottle of wine, some takeaway and stay in? We can get Katie a DVD or something.

Rosie: Yep, that sounds like a great idea! And Katie will be really excited to see you.

Ruby: So should I call him?

Rosie: Call who?

Ruby: TED!

Rosie: Oh, yeah, of course! Ask him out. I can get Kevin to baby-sit and then we can all go on a double date. I’ve always wanted to do that!

Ruby: Oh, please, the innocence of the young and inexperienced. Ted and Greg will have absolutely nothing in common. They’re like chalk and cheese: a bank manager and a possible bank robber. They will hate each other, the atmosphere will be awkward, no one will talk, all you’ll hear is the munching of food in our mouths over the deafening silence like some kind of weird Chinese torture, we’ll all refuse dessert, skip the coffee, pay, leg it out the door and feel relieved and promise ourselves never to meet up again.

Rosie: How does next Friday sound?

Ruby: Friday’s fine.

Greg: I hope Ruby is OK with us after the other night; we were kind of in a world of our own.

Rosie: Don’t be silly, she didn’t mind at all. She met some guy called Teddy Bear. Oh, and by the way, are you free to go out on a double date thingy for dinner on Friday night? That’s if I can get a baby-sitter for Katie.

Greg: A dinner date with Ruby and a man named Teddy Bear. Sounds interesting.

Rosie: Greg said he’s free for dinner on Friday.

Ruby: Well, that’s all very well but I haven’t asked Ted yet. What did Alex say about you and Greg being in love?

Rosie: Well, I didn’t say I was in love, Ruby! Greg and I haven’t even said that to each other yet! But Alex sent me some weird letter telling me that he thinks that Greg sounds like a freak of nature and that he’s insulted that I don’t think that he’s supportive of me and Katie. He just went on a bit of a rant, to be honest, but I won’t take any notice because he had worked all night at the hospital and he was tired.

Ruby: Uh-huh.

Rosie: What’s that supposed to mean?

Ruby: This is just as I suspected. He’s jealous.

Rosie: Alex is not jealous!

Ruby: Alex is jealous of your relationship with Greg; he feels threatened.

Greg: So what time should I call over to you tonight? Seven or eight?

Rosie: No, Alex is not jealous of my relationship with Greg! Why should he be? He’s married to perfect pretty little Sally – happily, might I add (at least according to Sally) – and I have a lovely photograph of the two of them lying on the beach together looking very much in love just to prove it. I gave him a chance to be part of Katie’s life and mine and he chose to remain my friend, which I have now come to terms with. It’s fine. Now I am in a relationship with Greg, he’s wonderful and I no longer care about Alex in that way at all whatsoever! So that’s all I have to say about that, thank you very much! I am over Alex, he is not interested in me and now I am in love with Greg! So there!

Greg: Well … thank you for sharing all that with me, Rosie. I can’t tell you enough how thrilled I am to hear that you are no longer in love with a man named Alex ‘at all whatsoever’, as you so articulately put it.

Rosie: Oh my God, Ruby!! I just sent Greg the message that was supposed to be for you!! Fuck fuck FUCKETY FUCK! I TOLD HIM I LOVED HIM!!!!

Greg: Em … that, eh … went to me again, Rosie. Sorry …

Rosie: Oh …

Ruby: Oh what?