night at hers.
FFS this is so hetero!
I laugh and Cormac looks over.
‘It’s Meg.’
He gives a thumbs up. ‘Tell her I said hey and that our family are proud allies.’
I give him the finger.
Enjoy ladies night and the division
of the sexes #ladsladslads
Then I add:
Can we definitely develop the pics
tomorrow?
Yeah – I can’t think about
anything else!
Same!
Aside from Paul being single…
Right, off to my coven. Come to
mine first thing. Boys stink etc. etc.
My resolve to be a supportive friend is challenged the moment Paul opens the door in a vest top.
‘All right, mate?’ Cormac gives him a straight-guy hug. Two seconds with a slap on the shoulder to signify this is a temporary display of conviviality and not intimacy.
Paul shrugs. ‘Not too bad.’
I wave. ‘Hey, really sorry. You OK?’ I awkwardly go in for the hug, trying to copy Cormac’s technique. I’m not really a hugger.
‘Bit shit, to be honest.’ He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. ‘Thanks for coming. You feeling better?’
‘Yeah, just hadn’t eaten properly.’
‘That’s good.’ He walks heavily into the house and my guilt is back. I’ve been so caught up in my straight-boy fantasy, I forget he might actually be a human being with feelings. I need to be a friend tonight.
He gives us a beer each and we sit in the garden. Cormac talks about the new job, but when we get on to our second beer he asks the big question.
‘So, what happened with Ellen?’
I put down my drink. I don’t really want to have a second one anyway. I’m a little light-headed. Banshee or not, I did faint today.
Paul leans forward and puts his face in his hands. ‘I don’t know. She’s amazing, but I’m not feeling it any more.’
Cormac nods. ‘Fair play. You can’t fake it, like.’
‘Yeah,’ I say as wisely as I can. Seriously, though, what is my life? A few hours ago I was running around with Meg, trying to work out the identity of a spirit that’s hounding me. Now I’m sat with the ‘lads’ talking about a break-up.
