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  1. Cover
  2. WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS
  3. Dedication
  4. Part One
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Part Two
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Part Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Chapter Twenty-Three
  30. Chapter Twenty-Four
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Part Four
  37. Chapter Thirty
  38. Chapter Thirty-One
  39. Chapter Thirty-Two
  40. Chapter Thirty-Three
  41. Chapter Thirty-Four
  42. Chapter Thirty-Five
  43. Chapter Thirty-Six
  44. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  45. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  46. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  47. Chapter Forty
  48. Chapter Forty-One
  49. Chapter Forty-Two
  50. Acknowledgements
  51. Keep Reading …
  52. About the Author
  53. By the same author:
  54. About the Publisher

‘Yes, of course. Sorry,’ he says again, then he calls up to Izzy to say he’s off now, and he’ll see her tomorrow. She says bye and waves from the top of the stairs – I don’t insist that she comes down to hug him – and just as he’s leaving he adds, ‘If there’s anything I can do to help – with the show, I mean, or your car, anything – just let me know.’

‘I think I’m okay, thanks,’ I say firmly as I see him out. He nods and turns away, making his way to his car. ‘Unless you can source a Pippa poncho?’ I call after him.

He looks back, and his face brightens. For a moment, he looks like a child who’s been told he can ‘help’ to water the garden with the hose. ‘What’s a Pippa poncho?’ he asks.

‘Nothing,’ I say with a small smile. ‘At least, it’s nothing you can help with—’

‘Are you sure? Because, honestly, it seems like you have so much on your plate, and I only want to—’

‘It’s fine, Andy,’ I say firmly. ‘Thanks for your offer, I really appreciate your help and everything – but I’m fine, really. So goodnight.’

Chapter Thirty-Five

Saturday, November 16

Occasionally, at college, I’d be roped into ‘performing’ in a play – although I use the term loosely. I’d be the third cheerleader in Grease, a prostitute in A Streetcar Named Desire or simply ‘Girl’ in The Crucible, and only because I could move and speak, and was there, rather than due to any particular talent on the acting front. The truth is, an old kitchen cabinet dragged onto stage would have been more engaging to watch. And that’s what I’m reminded of now, as Nick sets up his camera in Spencer’s room. This is going to be terrible. I won’t know what to do with my hands or my face, and I’ll speak in a weird, posh voice – and now, inevitably, here it comes: a raging hot flush.

‘Are you okay?’ Nick asks, with a look of concern.

‘I’m just …’ I flap at my face with a Girl Friday sun visor (why didn’t Penny do fans?). ‘It’s a hot flush,’ I add. ‘It happens sometimes. It’s because of—’

‘Yes, I know what they are,’ he says, unflinchingly. ‘Can I help at all?’

‘Not really, unless you can do something about my hormonal fluctuations.’ I muster a smile.

‘That might be a bit beyond my capabilities.’ He pauses. ‘Look, I don’t want to put you under pressure,’ he adds. ‘Are you sure you’re okay to do this now?’