I'd like to start off by saying thank you for your patience. What with the holidays and work I've been having a hard time working on this story.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.
I've had a long standing love of Irish lasses. Their eyes, complexion, smiles have always warmed my heart, and a few have broken it.
Constructive criticism as always is welcome in the comments, others will be dealt with in the usual manner.
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Our trip to Cork started early the next morning with a taxi to the station. Cate was able to catch up with her sister Shannon before hand so we could ride the train from Dublin together.
"Ye can go on up and kiss the Blarney Stone like a true tourist." Shannon poked fun at me after we were underway.
"I've been warned that it's a bad idea." I said laughing.
"Do ye not want the gift o' eloquence that's promised?" She said teasing.
"He knows how to use his tongue quite well enough, thank you." Cate interjected, a smartly.
My eyes went up as I looked aside to where Cate sat, and it quickly dawned on her how that particular statement sounded. Her face began to blossom into a deep pink color as her sister laughed heartily. Cate gave her a little thump in the shin with the side of her foot and Shannon laughed even harder. I just smiled and sat back with my cup of coffee. I didn't doubt for a moment that my cheeks might be a bit pink too.
The girls chattered like magpies catching up on all the news of each others lives. Cate told the story of how we met, making it sound much sweeter than I ever had. Shannon's eyes lit up when she glanced at me with a look I thought might be jealousy. Cate didn't bring up the Chad incident and went back to Thanksgiving day and her call to me. She even choked up a bit when she told her sister about me being her knight in shining armor. I saw Shannon roll her eyes and smile at me.
"Has she been like this the whole time?"
"Yes, I'll let you know if it gets tiring." I glanced to the side and noticed Cate's scrunched up, disapproving face looking at me. I knew she wasn't mad in the least but hunched my shoulders protectively just in case. She seemed satisfied with that and we all chuckled. Shannon began relating her escapades over the past year, and true to Cate's description she did sound a bit like a gypsy. Staying with different friends for a few months at a time, getting gigs playing in pubs and clubs here and there. I used the rare sunshine coming through the window as an excuse to squint. Shannon sat across from Cate on the inside seat rather than at the window like me. Her hair was a deep auburn and fell to her shoulders. The trademark freckles splashed across nose and cheek above a wide mouth which spread into a grin as they chatted. They had similar faces but where Cate's was paler by contrast with her much darker hair, Shannon's appeared warmer probably from the red in her hair. Their eyes were similar too, scrunched up at the corners when they smiled. A thought that made me smile a little. Shannon's looked a little more green than blue, but that could have just been the light.
I looked out at the landscape as we passed, rolling land which still held a lot of green, with occasional patches of brown and bare trees. I smirked as I spied a far off slope with grey-white spots I assumed were sheep. How much simpler life must be without all the trappings of city life, schedules, spreadsheets, classes and meetings. I pictured Cate here in a tweed coat and knee high boots chivying animals in a pen, a dog bounding past, her hair flying in the breeze, her cheeks flushed from the cold. The look suited her, despite her sharp intellect and expansive knowledge, she seemed suited to life in the slow lane as well. At least she did in my mind at the moment. I tried to picture her in a power suit working in some glass and steel tower of a corporate office building, and though I could picture it, she didn't appear to be happy in my vision.
"Would that be alright with you?" Cate asked gripping my thigh.
"I'm sorry, I was off day-dreaming. What was it you asked?"
She smiled knowing she'd caught me unawares. "To go 'round the pub to hear them play tonight."
"Oh yes." I smiled at her then at Shannon. "I was hoping for it actually."
"If you don't mind me taggin' along a bit longer. As soon as you get yourselves situated we could go to The English Market for some lunch and I could show you around." Shannon added.
I leaned forward. "I was told not to bring up the English around here." I said in a conspiratorial tone.
Shannon laughed. "Well not in Dublin anyway. Cork is a little more worldly. They call it the rebel city for a reason. I think a good comparison might be your Washington versus New York. One all about it's national identity, the other about it's social identity. You're likely to meet as many foreigners as you are Irish there."
They continued to chat while I looked out the window lost in my thoughts.
"Where are you staying?" Shannon asked as we disembarked. I told her and her eyebrows went up. "Well I'll ride along that far, I've got a bit further to go to get home." The taxi deposited us at our hotel. "We'll meet at the English Market at the south entrance at noon." She said to Cate before we made our farewell.
"More cathedrals."
"What?" Cate replied, turning from the closet where she was hanging clothes.
"Golf courses and cathedrals, those seem to be the prominent tourist attractions." I said chuckling as I looked up from my phone. Cate rolled her eyes and smiled.
"What can I say? We have castles and pubs too."
"Maybe I should take up golf."
"We could this spring." I looked up quickly to see her expression. She always shied away from talk about the future and I was curious what prompted her statement. She was still fiddling with a hanger and I noticed her hands had slowed and she wasn't looking at what she was doing.
"I'd like that." I replied softly. She lifted her head and turned to look at me, the light from the windows caught her eyes in a dazzling blue, and for the first time since we met, the fear was gone. Her brow was smooth, the corners of her mouth lifted into a little grin. What ever was happening, I liked where it was going.
"What should we do with an hour to kill before lunch?" She grinned lasciviously.
"You're incorrigible. You know that don't you?" I said with a laugh.
"What?" Her eyebrows rose, pure innocence radiating from her. "I was thinking of taking a walk."
I squinted, unable to hide the grin that was spreading across my face. "Oh? A walk?" She smiled and shrugged innocently all the while looking up at the ceiling. "What have I missed?" That caused her to laugh.
"I knew you weren't paying attention on the train. Shannon mentioned a lovely row of shops along St. Patrick's Street."
"Ahh well that explains it. I think I've created a monster." I said laughing.