Maison Majella chapter 7: "I'm probably legally a virgin again"
Maj gets got
Don’t forget we’ll be getting cosy tomorrow night at 8pm for our Friday Fillums watchalong (you might still be in time to vote here)
“Majella, I just need you to repeat back to me that you don’t have an extra twenty grand to spend. Just say it out loud so I know you believe it.”
I sigh and give the car in front of me a little bip. We both could have made it through that orange light. When I have Baby Ais in the back I drive like a saint but when I have seven minutes to get to school on time and twelve minutes of traffic ahead of me, according to Google Maps, I must admit I can get a bit Fast and Furious.
“Yes, Aisling, of course I know I don’t have an extra 20k. Don’t be worrying. And don’t forget to nab me one of Cillian’s napkins or something at the meeting, sure you won’t?” The wife of one of the second class teachers is absolutely obsessed with Cillian Murphy and is trying to get an authentic bit of memorabilia. I told him I could probably sort him out with a sample of Cillian’s DNA now that Aisling is organising a party for him. Autographs are ten a penny. An actual napkin or fork with A-List slobber on it? Priceless.
“Stop telling everyone about our clients or I’ll have to make you sign an NDA.” There’s a pause. “I’ll try my best though.” That’s my girl. “Have a good day.”
“Thanks, bird. Bye now. Bye bye bye bye bye.”
I know damn well that Pablo has been onto Aisling about me and the twenty grand, and has put her up to talking to me about it. The pair of them are such dotes that I won’t let on. But also, they don’t respect the rules of girl maths. If I order three dresses for €112 on ASOS and they all make me look like one of the really serious