Niamh
Aw I hope so!
I’m so happy you’re here
You always make me feel calmer
You have a calm aura
Except when kicking people in the balls
I love how much you love that story
Niamh
I will forever regret not witnessing it
Until the day I die, Feathers
Until the day I die
Mum’s having another meltdown, I’d better go
Thank you for everything, see you tomorrow!!
Xxxx
Can’t wait to watch you get married
Xxx
Niamh
Oh, by the way, before I go…
Isabelle is flying out with Ryan tomorrow, right?
So, who took that picture of you?
CHAPTER TWENTY
As soon as we reach the bar at the top of the Guinness Storehouse, which promises fantastic panoramic views across the city, it’s clouded over and drizzling. The same thing happened when I finally made an effort to go to the London Shard. It was sunny in the morning and then as soon as I got to the top, it was raining and all I could see was murky mist. You don’t get a free pint of Guinness at the top of the Shard, though, so this experience has won by a nose.
“I think I can see…” Jamie begins, squinting out at the view. He trails off.
“Yes?” I ask, trying to ignore the condensation creeping over the glass and focus on the sea of gray clouds beyond.
“Nope. Can’t see a bloody thing.” He takes a sip of his pint. “The Guinness is good, though.”
We manage to get a couple of seats by the window and settle in. A girl sitting behind Jamie uses her finger to draw a smiley face in the condensation.
“How are things with your sister?” I ask. “I remember you saying in Leeds that you’d had a fallout.”
He puts his pint down. “Not good. Although I did what you recommended and apologized, so we’re sort of talking now, but she’s still furious at me. She told me not to bother apologizing if I didn’t mean it.”
“Did you mean it?”
“No.”
