Maggie shook her head, smirking at the layer of dirt on the bar counter. "I have a match tonight."
That was the truth, even if she felt like Geoff's 'good news' was going to make her want to drink. Her brother hadn't had anything good to tell her in months, a year, what could have him laughing right now? Maggie remembered quite vividly those men who had banged on her and Adrian's front door trying to find Geoffrey; that was the closest, thankfully, that Maggie and her family had gotten to the trouble that her brother was in. She hoped that this 'good news'
Finding it far too dark in the pub with her sunglasses on, Maggie decided to risk being recognized and took them off. She gripped them tightly, nervous that Geoff was going to tell her he was moving to States to play quodpot and that he'd escape all of the madness he'd created for himself. Perhaps that would be good for him, but she couldn't bear the thought of being so far from her brother---not that she'd admit it outloud, she couldn't, but Maggie felt queasy at the thought.
"I'm afraid to hear what you consider 'good news,'" she said.
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