Not bad. Thanks for last night –
for the chat
No problem – it was nice to hang
out
It was
My fingers hover to reply but then I see him typing again.
Want to do something later?
My cheeks burn at the thought of what I want to do. I hear Meg coming up the stairs and turn my mind to what I’m here to do.
Goddess. Photos. Dad.
I can’t get distracted by a dumb crush on another only potentially bi-curious, tanned, flirtatious, funny and totally hot walking emotional tsunami.
Sure, I’d like that
Who am I kidding?
Me 2 – come to mine?
Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!
Cool
Great, looking forward to it hehe
What the fuck?
This is flirting, right? Like, actual flirting. He hehe’d me!
My thumb sweats as I send the wink emoji.
‘You all right?’ Meg stands in front of me. ‘You look a bit panicky.’
Nope, just horny. Wait, is that how I look when I’m –
‘Yeah, all good.’ I quickly put my phone in my bag, ignoring the vibration as Paul messages back.
She sets down her tea and lays out the photos in front of us. ‘Right, let’s work these out.’
I consider the five photos of a potential goddess (of death) appearing in images of the past, that I can see in the present. I’d much rather be thinking of a flirty reply to Paul.
I press delete on the mental image of his smile and focus on the pictures.
My gaze rests on the baby. ‘I wish I knew who she was.’
Meg sighs and puts her hand to where her acorn necklace used to rest. ‘Yeah, what could she have become?’
‘She must’ve been special.’
Meg touches the photo.
An idea stirs. ‘No, think about it,’ I say. ‘She really must’ve been special. You said that the Morrigan don’t comfort people or bring them to the underworld or whatever, right?’
