Chapter Seven
Deirdre woke after a nap and felt oddly refreshed. She grabbed her phone and checked the time. She’d missed a text from Tommy.
I’m off work. Be ready at 6? Followed by another. I’ll be ready in 30. Hope you’re not blowing me off.
She typed quickly. Sorry. Fell asleep. I don’t want to make you late. I’ll find my own way.
She jumped out of bed and rifled through her clothes. Her phone buzzed on the bed. As she pulled a T-shirt on, she glanced at it.
I’ll wait.
She shook her head. The man was silly. Be ready in 10.
Yanking on her jeans, she checked her reflection in the mirror. Her hair wasn’t too bad, but her complexion was ghostly. She rushed through swiping on some makeup and ran downstairs. She called out to Eileen, “I’m leaving. I shouldn’t be too late tonight.”
Eil
