I’m so sorry about Blue, Mads
Last night, in a moment of stupidity, I accidentally told my sisters about Patrick—I met someone, I’d typed, with about a hundred heart emojis—which means I had to backtrack and tell them about breaking up with Blue.
Reese
But tell us everything about the new guy. Where’s he from?
I’m not in the country I’m supposed to be. I’m not doing what I said I was doing. I’m not even in the right time zone.
I can’t tell them I’m in Dingle, on my way to my job at a pub after waking up this morning tangled up with Reese’s fiancé’s best friend.
What’s the harm in telling them a little truth? Maybe it’ll help me remember the details I’m making up.
Me
Actually . . . he’s Irish
Reese
No shit! What’s he doing there?
Stella
I love the Irish accent
Reese
How would your English boyfriend feel about that, Stella?
Stella
*shrug*
Reese
Ohhh, Mads, he can help with the road trip! How’s that coming? Has Patrick helped at all?? It’s so close. Maybe you should tell us the plan, lol
Oh good lord. I should’ve kept my mouth shut.
Me
Yes, I’ve been picking his brain
His as in Patrick’s? Or my new fake boyfriend’s? Joke’s on me, they are one and the same.Lie and truth mixed in together.
Me
The road trip planning is almost done! I’ll give you the details ASAP
Me
Gotta run, sisters!
Stella
We expect another beach picture immediately
I quickly send an image of a can of beer nestled in sand with turquoise waters in the background. I grabbed it online the other day, but wince when I notice the leftover sliver of a watermarkin the bottom corner of the image. I must’ve missed that when cropping it. I don’t think they’ll notice as it blends in with the sand, but I gotta be more careful.