Chapter Twenty-SevenMAGGIE PEERED OUT THE FRONT DOOR of Bella Bella, then checked her watch. The bus to the embassy wouldn't come down the block for another twenty minutes. She stared at the photo on her embassy ID card, her smiling face, full of promise. That girl felt like a stranger. That girl didn't know that she would never change, that she would always mess up every chance that came her way.
She slid the card into her wallet in her purse. Won't be needing that any more. She knew she had to resign. No matter what Mamó said last night, Maggie knew her grandmother would probably try to bail her out again. She would find her granddaughter something to do in the foreign office in Dublin, hoping it wouldn't end up involving queens or squirrels or horses or poop.
Well, Maggie was done bei
