“I’ve thrown two cartons already, and nobody caught me.” “Yeah, but you’re lucky, and I’m always caught.” “Oh my God, just do it, you big baby.” “Fuck you, Feely. You do it.”
“Then it’s official,” Hugh said, turning to smile at me. “You’re one of us now.” “I am?” “That means we keep each other’s secrets and stick together, no matter what.” My heart leapt. “No matter what?” “Yeah, Liz.” Hugh smiled. “No matter what.”
“I’ll do it,” I vowed, casting a glance out the patio window to the blond girl twirling around in circles in her denim dungarees. “I’ll look after her, Mam, I promise.”
Removing the hand he was resting on top of mine, he placed it on my cheek instead. “I love you.” My heart thumped like a drum in my chest because this was the first time he said those words out loud. “You do?”
Grinning, I threw my arm around him and continued to croon the words until he gave in and sang along with me. And that’s how we spent the rest of his birthday, knee-deep in cow shit on his father’s farm, singing about shovels and holes in buckets.
“You can tell me,” Hugh replied, brown eyes locked on mine. “I’ll keep your secret, Liz.” “But it’s not my secret,” I mumbled, feeling confused. “And I might get in trouble.” “Why would you get in trouble?”
always so close to finding outtt
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