Page 18 of Trying Sophie

Chapter Six

Declan: How are you settling in?

Sophie: Who is this?

Declan: Guess.

Sophie: I hate guessing games.

Declan: You’re no fun. Come on, play with me.

Sophie:Okay, fine … Seeing as I know a grand total of three people with a +353 country code, and I just left two of them in the kitchen, I’m going to guess it’s … Barbara.

Declan: Ouch. You wound me.

Sophie: Hello Declan.

Declan: Hi Sophie.

Sophie:How’d you get my number, anyhow?

Declan: I’d say you have three guesses, but since you hate guessing games, I’ll be nice and just tell you your granny gave it to me. She thought it might be nice for you to have someone your own age to talk to while you’re here. I believe her exact words were, “Sophie doesn’t want to hear about bunions and arthritis. Keep her entertained.”

Sophie: How thoughtful of her.

Declan: Very.

Declan:So, are you going to let me entertain you?

Sophie: Why can’t I tell if you’re asking a genuine question or if you’re coming on to me? Everything you say sounds like it has a second meaning.

Declan: You found me out. Nothing I say is serious. Conversations are more fun that way.

Sophie: And frustrating.

Declan: Admit it, you’re smiling.

Sophie: I admit nothing.

Declan: That’s because you don’t want to give me the satisfaction of knowing it’s because of me.

Sophie: Okay, fine. I’m smiling.

Declan: Geez, was that so difficult?

Sophie: The worst.

Declan: You never answered. You settling in okay?

Sophie: Yeah, I’m fine. Bored though since I’m hanging out all day with septuagenarians.

Declan: Septu-what?

Sophie: 70-somethings.

Declan: Ah, right. I imagine it’s a blast, with the talk of bunions and all.

Sophie: Thankfully no bunions yet, but I’ll let you know if it comes to that.

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