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Chapters (54)
  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

At just before 4 a.m. I get up, change into dry pyjamas and stare at my pallid face in the bathroom mirror. Another hair has poked out of my chin. I’m so used to them now, I almost greet them like friends, and at least I’ve spotted this one in its infancy. The ones I worry about are the audacious buggers that have been swaying about in the breeze for God knows how long and no one’s had the decency to point them out.

Back in bed, I try to settle back to sleep, sprawling over the dry area where I haven’t been lying. I guess that’s one positive thing about being dumped in favour of another woman.

At least there’s plenty of room in the bed.

Chapter Thirteen

Wednesday, July 31

After being in meetings for most of the morning Rose reappears on our floor and beetles over towards me, heels clacking. ‘I can’t say anything just yet,’ she hisses, ‘but I’d like to talk to you at some point about a new opportunity that might be coming your way …’

‘Really?’ I ask, spirits lifting immediately. ‘What kind of opportunity?’

‘I need to finalise things before we can discuss it.’ She smiles conspiratorially. ‘Sorry I’ve hardly been around this week. So much going on, as you’ve probably gathered …’

‘Yes, of course. I understand that.’

‘So what d’you think of all the changes we’re proposing? I know things have happened very quickly.’

‘It all sounds pretty positive,’ I reply.

She beams at me, looking as excited as a child at a birthday party. ‘I’m so glad to hear that, because I really think you could play a crucial part. I have a proposal that I think has you written all over it.’

It seems a little unfair of her to land this on me without a hint of what it might be. But what can I do? I just need to get on with my work and see what happens. I also probably ought to stop smiling hopefully – with a ‘Tell me! Tell me!’ expression – every time Rose saunters by.

Back at home, there’s no chance to mull things over as Izzy is intent on doing her TV chef thing tonight. I agree, rather wearily, that she can make us an extensive Mexican feast. There are so many components that it’s gone 8.40 p.m. by the time we can sit down to eat, by which time I fall, ravenously, upon the array of dishes. I have to say, these Izzy Cooks! episodes might not be doing much for my waistline, but by God, sour cream and refried beans sure taste good.

Friday, August 2