Love, Rosie (133 page)

with
Phil
and
Maggie
and
I’ve
booked
Mum
and
Dad
into
a
hotel.
Thanks

for
the
offer,
though.

from
:

to
:

Rosie

Alex

G.
R.
E.
G.

subject
:

Hmm
.
.
.
Alex
you’re
going
to
have
to
learn
my
husband’s
name
before

you
come
over.
It’s
Greg.
G.
R.
E.
G.
Try
and
remember
it
please.

Did
I
tell
you
that
Ruby
and
I
are
salsa
dancing
queens?
I
got
the
first

batch
of
classes
as
a
present
for
Ruby’s
40th
a
few
months
ago
and
we

enjoyed
it
so
much
we
kept
it
up.
In
fact
Ruby
has
surprised
me
with
her

talents
but
I’m
secretly
sick
and
tired
of
having
to
be
the
man
all
the

time.

Greg
refuses
to
come
to
the
classes
with
me
but
he
doesn’t
mind
being

taught
in
our
bedroom
when
Katie
is
out,
our
bedroom
door
bolted,
a
chair

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pushed
up
against
it,
the
blinds
down
and
the
curtains
drawn.
Even
the
TV

must
be
off
just
in
case
an
actor
or
presenter
happens
to
have
the
magical

powers
of
seeing
into
people’s
houses.
Well
the
whole
point
is
for
us
to
do

something
fun
together
but
seeing
as
I’m
always
the
man
in
class
it’s
hard
for

me
to
be
the
woman
at
home
(and
I’ve
never
been
any
good
at
being
the

woman
at
home).
Then
we
end
up
stepping
on
each
other’s
toes,
kicking

each
other’s
shins,
getting
really
frustrated
with
each
other,
having
a
scream-

ing
match
about
whose
foot
was
where,
whose
foot
should
have
been
where

but
wasn’t,
and
then
storm
out
on
each
other.

I
blame
Ruby
for
wanting
to
be
the
woman
all
the
time.
It’s
got
some-

thing
to
do
with
her
always
being
the
boy
at
ceilis
and
school
discos.
She

thinks
I
should
be
a
man
and
take
it
on
the
chin,
I
told
her
I
am
always

the
man
and
week
after
week
take
it
on
the
shin.
She
thinks
I’m
joking.

I’m
really
not.
She’s
surprisingly
good
at
it
though.
She’s
started
taking

classes
on
Mondays
too
which
means
that
every
Wednesday
when
we

both
attend
our
class
Ruby
knows
the
dances
a
little
better,
knows
the

other
students
a
little
better,
and
the
dance
instructor
a
whole
lot
better.

And
nobody
likes
a
teacher’s
pet.
I
just
can’t
attend
class
twice
a
week

because
I
have
to
bring
Katie
to
basketball
on
Monday
evenings,
there’s

no
way
I
would
let
her
get
that
bus
alone.
And
even
if
she
could
go
alone,