Chapters (54)
- Cover
- WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS
- Dedication
- Part One
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Part Two
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Part Three
- 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
- Part Four
- 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
- Acknowledgements
- Keep Reading …
- About the Author
- By the same author:
- About the Publisher
We take our mugs through to the kitchen, and I thank him again for the poncho. ‘Why have you never let Izzy visit you?’ I ask as he’s leaving. ‘At the flat, I mean?’
He exhales forcefully. ‘Oh, I know it’s stupid. But obviously, she’d have made a big thing about it and told you. And, quite rightly, you’d have found it hilarious.’
‘I’m not sure I would have,’ I say, deciding to never mention my trip there with Penny and the others. How we’d gone into the shop and quizzed the woman who worked there.
‘Why did you care what I thought?’ I ask.
‘I’ve always cared what you thought. I always will.’
I am stumped for how to respond to that. ‘It’s been good to talk tonight,’ he adds.
‘It has,’ I say truthfully as, in a peculiar way, I know Andy better now than I ever did when we were together. I feel equal to him, at least equal; not that I am interested in power games. Right now, I’m dog-tired and interested only in sleep. ‘So, you’ll be moving out of the flat, I guess?’
Andy nods as he steps outside. ‘I’m not sure where I’m going to go.’ I’m sure I catch it then; his quick glance towards our home. A hopeful look. Or maybe I imagined it?
‘So,’ I say, ‘the cheese thing doesn’t interest her at all? Even though it was the family business?’
Andy shakes his head, and a tiny smile forms. ‘She’s dairy intolerant,’ he says.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Monday, November 18
Penny has gone AWOL. At least, she and Hamish seem to have gone off on a jaunt on his boat, and there’s no way of reaching her. It seems crazy, that a person is uncontactable in this day and age. ‘Last thing I heard, they were having an impromptu holiday,’ Nick says, with a trace of exasperation when I call him at lunchtime from work. ‘I think it’s because I’m here, and Bobby hates the boat, apparently. He gets anxious and sick and he won’t wear his little life jacket.’
‘Can’t they just … put it on him?’
Nick chuckles. I push aside my haloumi salad and make an apologetic face at Belinda, who’s sitting opposite. ‘I think Mum finds it aesthetically unpleasing.’
I splutter with laughter, despite the anxiety that’s rising in me now; we really must tell her soon. I inhale deeply and sip my glass of water. ‘What can we do, then?’ I ask.
‘Hamish is bound to drive her mad,’ Nick assures me. ‘She’ll be back soon, and as soon as she appears, I’ll call you. Please don’t worry. There’s no way she’ll object to it, now we’re almost ready to go.’