Aoife:That’s not fair!
Me:Life isn’t fair.
Aoife:You can’t tell Jen that you know.
Me:Why not?
Aoife:Because I told her I’d keep it quiet from you.
Me:She should never have asked you to do that.
Aoife:She’s my friend, and she’s hurting. I had to protect her privacy. She has a right to talk about these things with me in confidence, just like you have that right too.
It wasn’t like I could argue with her about that, but still…
Me:This is family business, Aoife.
That was when the realization struck me. Of all the goddamn hypocritical bullshit I was spouting, this took the cake.
Before I could stick my foot in my fucking mouth even more, I closed my eyes, took a moment to figure out a way to back off from this, but she texted me:
Aoife:I know it’s family business. But it’s about a man who’s been dead for years! I didn’t see the harm in keeping things under the radar for the moment.
Me:You’re right.
Aoife:I am?
Me:You are.
Aoife:Seriously?
Me:Seriously.
Aoife:Spanking averted?
Me:Yes. Unless you want one?
Aoife:Lol.
Me:Does that mean yes?
Aoife:Of course. Ha.
Aoife:You sure you’re not mad?
I didn’t have the right to be mad.
Not when all the secrets that were piling up between us were starting to make Everest look like an ant hill.
Me:I’m not mad.
Aoife:The thought of spanking me changed your mind?
Me:Well, you know I love it when your ass burns red.
Aoife:**snorts**
Me:Can you do me a favor?