Chapters (38)
- Cover
- REWRITE THE STARS
- Dedication
- Author’s Note
- Epigraph
- i
- ii
- 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
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Emma Heatherington
- About the Publisher
Marjorie orders a coffee as she is designated driver for the afternoon and manages to get another poke in when I opt for a glass of white wine.
‘I suppose you may as well enjoy lazy Sundays like this while you can,’ she guffaws, watching every mouthful I take. ‘My Caroline has her hands full running after her twins day in, day out. She probably wouldn’t remember the last time she got to kick back and relax like this during the day, but then she is just so committed to her children! She had them young too, in her twenties, so she has still the energy to enjoy them.’
Ouch. My eyes widen in Jack’s direction for help.
‘Caroline texted me to say her big weekend with the girls is coming up soon,’ he says quickly, coming to my rescue. ‘You know the one she takes every six months or so? It normally takes them all a week at least to recover when they head off to – where is it again? Marbella? Long way to go without the children for someone so dedicated, but she deserves a break like the rest of us. We all have to live life how we choose to ourselves, don’t we?’
I have to excuse myself to use the bathroom to avoid the look on Marjorie’s face but, as always, Jack knows how to floor her, hook, line and sinker when she starts. To my relief, by the time I get back his parents are already talking about how they really need to go soon.
‘Chill out for a while,’ Jack says to them. ‘What’s your hurry? I thought you were going to have some lunch?’
Jack Sr rolls his eyes and finishes his pint of beer. ‘God forbid that we’d leave that damn cat for a whole afternoon!’ he says to us, swallowing his drink like he’s swallowing nails. ‘I swear our Tiddles has more say in what we do every day than I do! It’s time I took up golfing again.’
I feel sorry for Jack’s dad a lot of the time. In fact, seeing the two of them together is a gentle reminder of how lucky we are that Jack and I are so compatible. He makes me laugh, he knows when to push me and when to back off, and I still get a rush when I see him every evening when he comes in from work.