Page 11 of The Lies
“It is,” I agree. “Maybe we can go out to dinner one night this week?”
“I’ve got a few things on with work. Can I let you know what day?”
“Of course.”
We stand awkwardly staring at each other on Aunt Addy’s doorstep, not really knowing how to appropriately say goodbye, when we hear Sinead shout out the van. “Just kiss her, Dad!”
We both burst out laughing but he does as he’s told and after a quick peck on the lips, he’s off down the driveway to join his daughter.
I watch them pull away and drive off down the street.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay in Ireland and not go running back?” Aunt Addy says the second I shut the front door.
“There’s no need to look so smug, you know.”
“I like being right. Are you still coming with me to watch Macbeth in a few weeks?”
“Of course, I’m looking forward to it.”
After finding my diary, I get in touch with the customers I had to cancel on last minute when I’d decided to go back to London. Thankfully, they all understand my very cut down version of events, and all still want me to make their cakes. At least that’s a little bit of money coming in while I get everything sorted for opening my own bakery.
My own bakery…who’d have thought it?
