Love, Rosie (157 page)

home
crying
to
them)
and
neither
of
them
have
any
need
to
be
living
in
the

city.
But
it
also
means
I
have
to
hurry
up
and
find
a
job
so
I
can
move
out

with
Katie.
They’re
not
rushing
me
but
they
want
to
put
the
house
on
the

market
so
it
will
sell
quickly
during
the
summer.
I’ll
be
the
only
family
mem-

ber
living
in
Dublin
then
which
I
imagine
will
be
rather
lonely.
Kevin
is
in

Kilkenny,
Steph’s
in
France,
and
Mum
and
Dad
will
be
off
on
their
travels.

It’ll
just
be
me
and
Katie.
And
Brian
the
Whine.

My
friend
Ruby
is
starting
salsa
lessons
with
her
son
Gary
this
week

which
should
be
funny.
You’ve
met
her
son
Gary
and
I’m
sure
you’d
agree

he’s
not
the
most
expressive
or
emotive
person
in
the
world.
But
it’s
a

good
idea
I
suppose.
Katie
and
I
should
do
something
together.
She
gets
to

go
out
for
the
day
with
her
father
and
we
never
spend
any
time
like
that

together.
We’re
always
just
at
home
biting
each
other’s
heads
off.
I’ll
think

of
something
good
she’ll
like,
maybe
bring
her
to
a
concert
or
something.

With
Greg
in
the
house
I
was
always
the
cool
mum
that
came
to
the
res-

cue,
but
now
with
Brian
here,
he’s
the
cool
new
dad
who
runs
the
trendy

nightclub
and
I’m
the
boring
mum
who
makes
her
clean
her
room.
Of

course,
knowing
that
Brian
has
a
nightclub
has
only
strengthened
her

desire
to
become
a
DJ.
I
don’t
know
what
we’ve
created
at
all.
Her
music

just
gets
louder
and
louder.
Mum
and
Dad
have
been
so
used
to
silence
in

the
house
for
the
last
few
years,
I
think
Dad’s
going
to
blow
his
top
if

Katie
blasts
her
music
any
more.

Anyway
that’s
all
my
news.
I’m
getting
through
each
day
slowly,
taking

each
day
as
it
comes
and
all
those
clichés.
Please
return
my
calls.
The
last

thing
on
this
earth
that
I
would
want
to
happen
is
to
lose
my
best
friend.

Even
if
he
is
a
man.

All
my
love,

Rosie

love,
rosie

241

Phil:

So
you’re
pissed
off
because
she’s
not
moving
to
Boston
now,

because
the
father
of
her
child,
who
she
hasn’t
seen
for
thirteen

years,
has
come
back
and
wants
to
get
to
know
Katie?

Alex:
Yes.

Phil:

Jesus
Christ.
Who
writes
your
scripts?

Dear
Rosie,

I’m
sorry
Rosie.
I
know
these
have
been
the
worst
few
weeks
of
your