"Reflections" A Collection of Writing by students in Bray and Wicklow Collection 1 | Page 22

The Old House
I wish he would hurry up. And why is the air conditioning not on?
Probably too miserable to pay for it I’d bet. “10am in my office”, he
said.
She gazed out the window as his car pulled into the car park. It was
10.45am when he sauntered in to the office. “Sorry I’m late”, he said
as he positioned himself in his seat. “I asked you here today Mary
because I need you to go to Ireland and close the Murphy account.”
Mary had always has dreamed of seeing Ireland ever since she was a
little girl. Mary’s Grandmother was Irish and moved to Boston when
she was 18, so Mary was raised on stories of Ireland. Mary loved when
her grandmother would come and stay. She loved to hear stories of
how she was brought up on a farm and of all the animals that she had
to care for. So when the chance came to go to Ireland she was so
delighted.