Luck of the Irish
Saoirse – sair-sha Siobhan – shivawn
Chapter 1
Saoirse tied off the end of her reddish-blond braid and flipped it back over her shoulder. There were three days left until her eighteenth birthday and she couldn’t wait to finally be legally an adult.
“Saoirse Maureen O’Brien, get your butt downstairs now, or I’m leaving without you!” her father called up to her.
Sair grabbed her sweatshirt and headed down the stairs, pausing to kiss her father’s scruffy cheek before she jumped the last step.
“I’m ready, Da. Three miles today or only two?” Sair asked.
“Two for me, today. You can keep going if you want. I’ve got office hours at the college later this morning. With finals coming up, and the holidays, I’m going to be busier than ever for a while,” Michael O’Brien replied.
“Ma said she’d be home tonight and was bringing take-out for dinner because her last appointment was a later one today,” Sair told him. “Pat and Siobhan will be home for dinner, too, so if you can be back for dinner, it’ll be the first time all week we’ve had everyone at the table.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Michael said as they stepped outside and locked the door behind them. “Now, how do we do this?” he asked her with a laugh.
“One step at a time, Da,” Saoirse replied, chuckling.
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