Love, Rosie (214 page)

mom.
It’s
so
stupid
that
they
don’t
talk
anymore.
And
it’ll
get
real
boring

just
being
with
the
adults
all
the
time.

Can’t
wait
to
come
over
though.
Hope
I
can
meet
up
with
you
and
Toby.

from
:

to
:

subject
:

Katie

Josh

Re:
Coming
over

We’re
not
going
to
be
here
when
you
come
over!
That’s
really
crap!

We’re
going
over
to
France
to
meet
my
new
little
cousin,
Sophia.
She’s
only
a

few
months
old.
It
would
have
been
great
to
set
Mum
and
Alex
up.

Maybe
next
time.

DEAR
ALEX
AND
BETHANY,

CONGRATULATIONS
ON
THE
BIRTH
OF
YOUR
BABY
BOY.

WE
WISH
YOU
EVERY
HAPPINESS
FOR
THE
FUTURE
AND
ARE
DELIGHTED

THAT
JOSH
HAS
THE
BROTHER
HE
WISHED
FOR!

ROSIE
AND
KATIE

HAPPY
14TH,
MY
LITTLE
ANGEL,

HAVE
A
GOOD
NIGHT
AT
THE
DISCO
TONIGHT
AND
REMEMBER
NO

DRINKING,
NO
SEX,
AND
NO
DRUGS.
BE
GOOD
AND
REMEMBER
TO
PLAY

HARD
TO
GET!
(JOKE)

LOTS
OF
LOVE,

MUM

You
have
an
instant
message
from:
ROSIE

Rosie:

Katie:

Who
is
this
boy
I
heard
you
were
kissing
and
slow
dancing
with
on

Friday
night,
Katie
Dunne?

Can’t
talk
Mum,
Mr.
Simpson
is
teaching
something
extremely

important
for
the
end
of
year
exams
and
it’s
vital
that
I
listen.

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Rosie:

Katie:

Rosie:

Toby:

Rosie:

Toby:

Katie:

Rosie:

Toby:

Katie:

Rosie:

Katie:

Toby:

Rosie:

Katie:

Rosie:

Katie:

Rosie:

Katie:

Rosie:

Toby:

Rosie:

Toby:

Katie:

Rosie:

Katie:

Rosie:

Katie:

Rosie:

Katie:

Liar.

I’m
not
lying.
I’m
sure
it
is
important
whatever
it
is.

Come
on
spill
the
beans,
who
was
the
boy?

Hi
Rosie.

Cecelia
Ahern

Oh
Toby,
good
timing.
I
was
just
quizzing
my
daughter
on
the
mys-

tery
man
at
the
disco
on
Friday
night.

Oh
ha
ha.
News
travels
fast.

Don’t
tell
her,
Toby.

So
it’s
true?

Yep.

Yeah
and
Toby
was
snogging
the
face
off
Monica
all
night
as
well.

Oh
no
Toby,
not
moany
Monica.

Ha
ha.

Why
do
you
two
always
call
her
that?
She’s
not
a
moaner
when

she’s
with
me.

That’s
because
we
don’t
kiss
her
in
front
of
everyone
at
school
discos.

Ha
ha.

So
come
on
darling
daughter,
bond
with
me
and
share
details
of
this

budding
romance.

His
name
is
John
McKenna,
he’s
fifteen,
he’s
in
the
year
ahead
of

me,
and
he’s
really
nice.

Ooooh
an
older
man.

I
know
Mum,
I’ve
got
taste.

What
do
you
think
of
him
Toby?