Love, Rosie (255 page)

make
you
walk
on
air.

Alex:

That,
I
no.

chapter
46

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Hi
Mum,

Just
a
quick
note
to
wish
you
luck
(not
that
you
need
it)
on
your
first

day
of
work
tomorrow.
Your
new
suit
sounds
gorgeous
so
I’m
sure
you’ll

knock
’em
all
dead!

Best
of
luck,

Love,

Katie

You
have
an
instant
message
from:
RUBY

Ruby:

Rosie:

Ruby:

Rosie:

Ruby:

Rosie:

Well
Ms.
Assistant
Manager,
tell
me
all
about
it.
How’s
work

going?

Very
very
sl
o
o
o
o
o
wly.

Should
I
ask
why?

Are
you
ready
for
a
rant?
Because
if
you’re
not
I’m
giving
you
the

opportunity
now
to
get
out
of
this
conversation
while
you
can.

Believe
it
or
not
I
came
into
this
conversation
prepared.
Fire
ahead.

OK
so
I
arrived
on
the
road
the
hotel
was
situated
on
nice
and
early

and
proceeded
to
walk
up
and
down
the
street
for
three
quarters
of

an
hour
trying
to
find
the
very
beautiful
and
Grand
Tower
Hotel.
I

376

Cecelia
Ahern

asked
shop
owners
and
stall
owners
but
none
of
them
had
any
idea

where
this
hotel
was.

After
ringing
the
course
director
almost
in
tears
and
in
a
complete

panic
over
the
fact
that
I
was
late
for
my
first
day
of
work,
I
also

succeeded
in
accusing
him
of
giving
me
the
wrong
address.
He
kept

on
repeating
the
same
address
over
and
over
again
which
I
told
him

couldn’t
be
possible
because
the
building
in
question
was
completely

derelict.

Eventually
he
said
he’d
ring
the
hotel
owner
and
double-check
the

directions
with
him
so
I
sat
down
on
the
filthy
front
steps
of
the

derelict
building
(dirtying
the
bum
of
my
new
suit)
and
tried
not
to

cry
about
how
late
I
was
and
what
a
bad
impression
this
was
making.

Suddenly
the
door
of
the
building
behind
me
opened
with
a
very
loud

farting
noise
at
the
hinges
and
this
thing
looked
out
at
me.
The
thing

spoke
in
a
very
strong
Dublin
accent,
introduced
himself
as
Cronin
Ui

Cheallaigh,
the
owner
of
the
building,
and
insisted
I
call
him
Beanie.

At
first
I
was
confused
by
his
nickname
but
as
the
day
wore
on
it
all

became
very
clear.
The
hinges
of
the
front
door
were
not
what
made

a
farting
sound;
it
was
indeed
the
gaseous
behind
of
Beanie.

He
brought
me
inside
to
the
ancient,
damp
building
and
showed
me

around
the
few
rooms
on
the
ground
level.
He
then
asked
me
if
I
had