Chapters (64)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
As she walks to the other end of the office, Harri notices that her bones seem heavier than usual, awkward in their sockets. Imagine being twenty-seven! Imagine taking leaps and bounds as you go about your day, without having your right hand drift supportively to the small of your back! These children have no idea how hard it is to try to channel a ‘down with the kids’ attitude when your vibe is increasingly ‘help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up’.
Harri is saddened when she notices that as she draws nearer, her employees seem to deflate a little. It’s barely perceptible, but heads are lowered, sprawled limbs are brought closer to bodies, everything is a fraction of a decibel quieter. Everyone is on their best behaviour. She clears her throat. ‘Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to say—I think a team night out for Imogen’s birthday is a really good idea. Send an email round, and we’ll get everyone to save the date. Thanks to the birthday girl’s brilliant piece, our numbers are looking really good. We’ve got lots to celebrate. Louise, if you’re happy to be social secretary and get us organised, that would be brilliant.’ Louise shakes when she hears her name, and then her whole face brightens and blooms. ‘You can count on me!’ she says solemnly. Did she just…clasp a fist to her chest? Please don’t salute. ‘It really doesn’t need to be anything too fancy,’ says Harri. And then, panicking, ‘No, ah, activities or anything. Just a nice bar!’ She’s pretty sure that she’s seen appliquéd cushions and hand-made fascinators gleaming in Louise’s eyes.
Chapter Twenty-Five
The Birthday Girl
Imogen
To the surprise of precisely no one, Louise loves a theme. We’re ambling towards the Covent Garden piazza while she dances in front of us, skipping backwards so she can face us while telling us that this bar is rilly, rilly great, and we’re all going to have a rilly wonderful time. The only thing making it bearable is Tabitha’s sulky face. That’s my birthday present. ‘The last time I came to Covent fucking Garden,’ she hisses, ‘was on a school trip.’ A juggler in a jester’s hat beckons at her, shaking his bells. ‘Fuck off!’ she snarls. It must be my imagination but the points of the hat seem to droop slightly. A woman in a smart navy coat shakes her head and covers her child’s ears. Well, you’re going to be shocked by Tabitha’s vocabulary if you’ve got this far into adulthood and you’re still wearing mittens.