Love, Rosie (240 page)

know
why
Kev
is
causing
such
a
fuss.
He
barely
visited
Dad
when
he

was
alive,
I
can’t
imagine
him
visiting
his
cremation
site
every
day.

Come
to
think
of
it,
maybe
that’s
what
his
problem
is.

Anyway
she
doesn’t
want
to
stay
in
Connemara
a
moment
longer

on
her
own
so
she’s
coming
to
stay
with
me
for
two
weeks
before

she
heads
off.
But
after
that,
everyone
is
gone.
Mum,
Dad,
Katie,

Steph,
Kev,
and
Alex.
I’m
all
alone
and
because
it’s
the
summer
and

the
school
is
closed
all
I
have
to
do
is
to
study.

Ruby:

Rosie:

You
think
that
maybe
this
is
a
sign
to
meet
more
people?

I
know,
I
know.
I’m
alone
by
my
own
choosing.
When
I
was
18

everyone
my
age
wanted
to
talk
about
boys
not
babies,
at
22
they

wanted
to
talk
about
college
not
teething,
at
30
they
wanted
to
talk

love,
rosie

355

about
marriage
not
divorce,
and
now
when
I’m
36
and
finally
will-

ing
to
talk
about
men
and
college,
all
people
want
to
do
is
talk

about
babies.
I’ve
tried
all
these
coffee
morning
things,
I’ve
tried

chatting
to
other
mothers
as
we
waited
at
the
school
gates
for
our

children.
It
didn’t
work.
Nobody
understands
me
like
you
do
Ruby.

Ruby:

And
even
I
have
trouble
with
that.
You’re
unique
Rosie
Dunne,

you’re
definitely
unique.
But
I’m
here
for
you
and
unless
me
and

Gary
miraculously
become
Ireland’s
salsa
champions
and
are

whisked
off
to
Madrid
for
the
European
championship,
I
ain’t

going
nowhere.

Rosie:

Ruby:

Rosie:

Thanks.

No
problem.
So
when
are
you
going
to
start
dating
again?
It’s
been

a
few
years
since
you’ve
been
in
action!

Excuse
me,
did
I
not
go
out
on
a
date
with
Adam,
whom
you
set
me

up
with?
Anyway
apart
from
that
enjoyable
night
with
Adam,
it’s

not
like
dating
was
ever
that
brilliant
for
me
to
miss.

Ruby:

Rosie:

Really?

Oh
please,
sex
with
what’s-his-name
was
so
mechanical.
He
used
to

move
in
time
to
the
bloody
bedside
alarm
clock
that
ticked
so

loudly
it
would
keep
me
awake
(at
night
of
course,
not
during
sex).

Sex
with
Brian
the
Whine
was
a
mere
drunken
fumble
in
the
dark

so
I
can’t
even
remember
that.
I’ve
only
ever
been
with
3
men
and

two
of
them
aren’t
the
greatest
advertisements
for
men
either.
I

don’t
think
I’ll
ever
meet
my
Don
Juan.
I
don’t
really
care
either.

What
you
don’t
know,
you
don’t
miss.