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bother collecting her. But no, she’s telling her to tape Coronation Street . Unbelievable!
    Debbie goes back to her station but at this stage the wind is behind the plane so we’re probably going to land early and I know there isn’t a chance in hell she’ll be able to talk to Adam now. Poor girl. I hope she doesn’t ask for his autograph or something. I run down the back throwing uneaten muffins into a large plastic bag and collecting money in white envelopes from all the generous passengers to put into another bag for UNICEF. Then I’m yanking headphones off people even though the film hasn’t ended yet. But what can I do? The landing gears are going down and there are people still standing up, wondering is there time to go to the toilet. I can’t believe it. They’ve had five or six hours to use the loo and they think NOW is a good time?
    Looking out the window I can see Ireland’s Eye in the ocean so we must be very close. Somebody grabs my skirt and wonders if the duty free bar is still open. I look at him like he’s completely mad, then run for my seat and strap myself in.
    Thump. We land. I am beaming at the passengers now and they are all saying what lovely girls we are. Americans love the Irish air hostesses. They say we’re the nicest girls in the world, still smiling after all this time. I don’t know about everybody else but the reason I am smiling is because it is nearly time to go home and I have managed to survive yet another transatlantic flight.
    I stand at the plane door wishing everybody a safe onward journey and I’m really glad I don’t have red hair or my name isn’t Eileen O’Hara. Americans love red hair and Irish names. But because my name is Katie and I have dyed-blonde hair, that makes me a lot less interesting in their eyes.
    Once the last passenger has got off, I do a quick security check to make sure nobody has left anything ‘suspicious’ on board. But what I’m really doing is checking to see if anyone has left an interesting magazine like Marie Claire , People or Vanity Fair . My luck is down. Somebody has left a copy of The Enquirer but it is soaking wet. It looks like tea but I don’t like to take a chance so I leave it. I also leave all the torn copies of USA Today that are flung around the floor among the empty plastic teacups and filthy tissues. Now I’m ready to go home.
    I meet Debbie at the carousel and we wait for our luggage. The reason we all carry such large suitcases is because we need them for all the ‘essential’ shopping we do in the States. Debbie is staring at me a bit weirdly. I smile back at her as if she just looks like that all the time. She leans towards me and whispers something into my ear. I think she calls me a bitch so I don’t answer. I’m sure I’ve heard it wrong. I mean Debbie is a friend of mine so why would she be calling me names? But when she repeats herself, I turn to her in surprised shock. She grabs my hand and slaps something into it.
    It’s a blue boarding pass, which means it’s a first class boarding pass. I wonder if this is her idea of a little joke. I know it’s been a long night but she hasn’t been drinking so there’s no excuse really. I take a closer look at the crumpled blue boarding pass. And I notice there’s a mobile number scribbled on it. I then take a look at the printed name on the card. It reads Mr A Kirrane. And I freeze. Because suddenly I’m enlightened. And Debbie whispers in my ear again. ‘He told me to give it to you,’ she hisses. ‘Bitch.’
     

Chapter Two
    I’d like to tell you that TV stars give me their number all the time. And that it’s no big deal. But you’d know I was lying. Because I’m really just an ordinary girl with a pretty ordinary life. Although I’m always kind of hoping this might change and that one day I will in fact have a great life.
    But a TV star giving me his boarding pass with his phone number on it is definitely a first. I’ve been approached by a few