Back This Time Next Year
Chapters (48)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Dedication
  4. New Year’s Eve 2019
  5. New Year’s Day 2020
  6. New Year’s Eve 1989
  7. New Year’s Day 1990
  8. New Year’s Day 2020
  9. 1 January 2020
  10. New Year’s Eve 2015
  11. 2 January 2020
  12. New Year’s Eve 2015
  13. 2 January 2020
  14. 2 January 2020
  15. 5 January 2020
  16. New Year’s Eve 2010
  17. 6 January 2020
  18. 14 January 2020
  19. New Year’s Day 2001
  20. 15 January 2020
  21. 15 January 2020
  22. New Year’s Eve 2003
  23. 1 February 2020
  24. 1 February 2020
  25. New Year’s Eve 2007
  26. 3 February 2020
  27. 4 February 2020
  28. New Year’s Eve 2010
  29. 17 May 2020
  30. 17 May 2020
  31. 17 May 2020
  32. 13 June 2020
  33. 13 June 2020
  34. 21 June 2020
  35. 8 August 2020
  36. 9 August 2020
  37. New Year’s Eve 2003
  38. 15 August 2020
  39. New Year’s Eve 2019
  40. 13 September 2020
  41. 20 October 2020
  42. 25 October 2020
  43. 30 December 2020
  44. New Year’s Eve 2020
  45. New Year’s Eve 2020
  46. Acknowledgements
  47. Read More
  48. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING

‘Is it?’ Ian looked up, his eyes finally meeting hers. ‘Is it Leila’s dream? Or is it the dream you told her about, that she wanted to make a reality.’

Minnie shook her head.

‘You know what she’s like, she’s like a dog shaking a rat. She won’t let it go, she won’t stop attacking with everything she’s got, until you say it’s dead. You should put it out of its misery and let her move on.’

‘The business isn’t dying,’ Minnie started biting her thumbnail, ‘and it’s not a rat. We’ve just had a few cash-flow issues.’

‘That’s what she tells you,’ Ian said, staring at her with piercing, unblinking eyes.

Minnie stood up, shaking her head.

‘She loves it as much as I do.’

‘She loves you,’ said Ian.

They stayed in silence for a moment. Ian rubbed both hands across his scalp. ‘You know she got offered a job at a fashion start-up last week. Did she tell you?’

‘No,’ said Minnie. She suddenly felt unsteady on her feet, as though Ian had pulled a rug out from under her. Why wouldn’t Leila tell her something like that? They told each other everything.

‘You know she’d love doing something like that. She won’t even consider it as long as you need her.’ Ian hung his head. ‘I’m not saying this to be a shit-stirrer, Min, it’s just I love her and … it’s like, you know when Sonic the Hedgehog is in Invincibility Mode and he’s in this bubble running super-fast, and the music goes all uptempo and there’s nothing he can’t do, he’s just bashing everything straight out the park?’

‘Yes,’ Minnie said slowly, unsure where this analogy was going.

‘Leila’s born to live in Invincibility Mode, that’s what she’s like, it’s where she thrives – dashing about in a little bubble with the music racing, totally nailing everything. Right now, it’s like she’s been hit by a Badnik and lost all her rings – all her energy’s gone.’ Ian sighed then spoke more slowly, ‘I want to be her Invincibility bubble. I want to shield her, let her live in that mode for the rest of her life if I can.’ Minnie felt a tear roll down her cheek. ‘That probably sounds like total bollocks,’ said Ian, thrusting his hands deep into his pockets.

‘No,’ said Minnie, sniffing back a tear, ‘I think that’s one of the most romantic things I’ve ever heard. You should say that about the Invincibility Mode when you propose.’