Love, Rosie (58 page)

chapter
13

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Alex

Rosie

Boston
visit?

Just
taking
a
sneaky
break
from
performing
“lobotomies”
to
send
a

quick
e-mail
to
see
how
you’re
getting
on
with
the
job
search.
You
have
one

week
left
till
Randy
Andy
throws
you
out
of
his
paper
clip
empire,
so
there’s

still
plenty
of
time,
and
if
by
any
chance
something
hasn’t
caught
your
eye

by
then,
I
can
send
a
check
over
to
help
tide
you
over
for
a
while
(but
only
if

you
want
my
help.)

I
would
love
to
go
home
right
now
and
go
to
bed,
I
am
so
tired.
I’ve

worked
a
double
shift
so
I
don’t
have
to
get
my
hands
bloody
tomorrow;
I

have
the
day
off,
such
bliss
.
.
.
The
problem
is
that
when
I
get
home
Sally

will
be
getting
ready
to
go
on
her
shift.
We
don’t
have
the
most
sociable

hours
in
the
world;
well
not
unless
you
count
talking
to
people
who
are

rolling
around
in
agony
on
hospital
beds.
Sorry
that
wasn’t
funny.

I’m
just
tired,
and
Sally
and
I
don’t
really
get
to
spend
a
lot
of
time

together,
and
when
we
do
we’re
usually
so
tired
we
just
pass
out.

Here’s
a
good
idea.
If
you
come
over
with
Katie
and
whats-his-name

then
I’ll
take
a
few
days
off
and
we
can
see
all
the
sights,
eat
out,
enjoy
our-

selves,
and
I
can
sleep
.
And
I’ll
finally
get
to
meet
whats-his-name.
I’ve
had
a

92

Cecelia
Ahern

lousy
few
weeks;
I
really
need
your
comic
relief!
Work
your
magic
Rosie

Dunne
and
make
me
laugh.

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Rosie

Alex

Rosie
is
here!

Hello
there
misery
man,
have
no
fear,
Rosie
is
here!
Sorry
things
have

been
shit
for
you
lately.
I
think
life
likes
to
do
that
every
now
and
again.

Every
so
often
it
likes
to
dip
and
when
you
feel
like
you
can’t
take
any
more

it
smoothes
out
again.
But
until
then
my
dear
friend
I
will
try
to
humor
you

by
explaining
the
events
of
my
life.

OK
firstly
you
are
a
bad,
bad
influence
on
me.
After
I
read
the
master-

piece
that
was
my
CV,
and
after
I
read
your
letter
I
felt
so
motivated
and

hyped
up
that
I
donned
my
tracksuit,
headband,
wrist
bands,
and
jogging

shoes
(not
really)
and
I
raced
around
Dublin
city
like
a
woman
on
a
mission.

You
horrible,
horrible
man.
You
made
me
feel
like
I
could
do
anything,