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Aoife:I won’t speak up for Savannah.
Me:Please?
Aoife:What she did was trashy AF.
Me:I know it is. But Savannah’s hurting.
Aoife:So’s Jen.
Me:Aidan’s worried.
Aoife:So? Sometimes apologies aren’t enough.
And there was the rub.
She wasn’t wrong.
Sometimes, an apology was never enough,could never be enoughwhen held up against an unforgivable act.
Because this hit too close to home, I tapped out:
Me:I gtg, sweetheart.
Aoife:Okay, my love. See you later.
Scrubbing a hand over my face, I stared at her message then tucked my phone into my pocket when dread loomed inside me.
Needing to escape my thoughts, I was on the brink of getting out of my car when my phone pinged. It wasn’t a message so I peered at the screen and saw that one of my alerts had flared.
Tapping onto the link, I smiled at the site and immediately sent it to Aoife.
Aoife:What’s this? Thought you had to go?
Me:Read it!!! You did it!!
Aoife:Did what?
Me:Your brownie is on the site of that blogger you love! ThatWe Cream For Ice Screamblog. It’s starting!
Aoife:What?! What’s starting?
Me:Read it!
Aoife:Shit, one second. I was changing Jake’s diaper. I’m doing this all by voice.
Well, that made sense.
Me:Jake chooses his moments to take a dump.
Aoife:LOL. He sure does.
I quickly copied and pasted from the article so that Siri would read it aloud for her.
Me:If you’ve ever been toEllie’s Bakerythen you’ll know the baker, Aoife O’Grady, is known for the best sweet treats in Hell’s Kitchen.
To be honest, I’m not sure why more people aren’t raving about them. Not only are they massive, but they’re like eating nectar from the gods.
I’m wondering if it’s Hell’s Kitchen’s biggest secret, however, because I never see them raved about and I’m personally at fault there too—I just go and eat and savor and enjoy. I don’t take pictures. I just stuff my face and indulge.
