The pub had a projector, it was usually used for Gaelic Football and Hurling matches but it would be fine for a presentation. She had her laptop, laser pointer, and the worksheets and notes for the attendees. She was ready to go, Patrick was as well. “I’ll see you in a few hours.” “Try not to murder Mam on the drive down,” Emma said. “But if you do no court would convict.” “I’m sure we’ll get along,” he said. “Are you nervous?” “I should be asking you that,” Emma said. “This is a big relationship step.” “She’ll be lovely, sure we already chatted on the phone.” “That was your first mistake.” He bundled her into his arms and kissed her. “Any mother who helped you become the woman you are can be nothing but gold.” “That’s sweet,” Emma said. “But slightly delusional.” “Ok, I’ll see you in a few hours. Peter should be joining you in the pub’s backroom soon” “Ok, I’ll talk to you later.” Emma smiled and waved goodbye as she drove down Patrick’s driveway and towards the pub.
