Chapters (84)
- 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
- Chapter twenty-seven
- Chapter twenty-eight
- Chapter twenty-nine
- 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
- Chapter forty-three
- Chapter forty-four
- Chapter forty-five
- Chapter forty-six
- Chapter forty-seven
- Chapter forty-eight
- Chapter forty-nine
- Chapter fifty
- Chapter fifty-one
- Chapter fifty-two
- Chapter fifty-three
- Chapter fifty-four
- Chapter fifty-five
- Chapter fifty-six
- Chapter fifty-seven
- Chapter fifty-eight
- Chapter fifty-nine
- Chapter sixty
- Chapter sixty-one
- Chapter sixty-two
- Chapter sixty-three
- Chapter sixty-four
- Chapter sixty-five
- Chapter sixty-six
- Chapter sixty-seven
- Chapter sixty-eight
- Chapter sixty-nine
- Chapter seventy
- Chapter seventy-one
- Chapter seventy-two
- Chapter seventy-three
- Chapter seventy-four
- Chapter seventy-five
- Chapter seventy-six
- Chapter seventy-seven
- Chapter seventy-eight
- Chapter seventy-nine
- Chapter eighty
- Chapter eighty-one
- Chapter eighty-two
- Chapter eighty-three
- Chapter eighty-four
I rush on. ‘And then they rang me up when I got home and said I could have a sabbatical—fully paid—as it was obvious that I was under extreme stress. I think Monica told them I was planning to sue them for constructive dismissal or sex discrimination or something. I wasn’t, but it means my job will be sitting waiting for me when I come back. On whichever magazine I choose.’ Personally, I think that’s a bit of a result.
‘Is this really my perfect, sensible sister speaking?’ My sibling is suitably gobsmacked. ‘You quit your job to go and yomp up a hill or two?’
I shrug. ‘Perhaps my perfect and sensible days are coming to an end.’ And perhaps Jake will love me again if I’m an Action Woman who no longer has a toddler fixation.
My sister scratches her head. ‘Exactly how long are you planning to go for?’
‘A month,’ I say. ‘Just a month.’
‘A month.’ I’m sure I can see fear in Edie’s face. ‘In a tent? Bloody hell. Rather you than me.’
I slump against the counter. My knees are all wobbly-fied. My shoulders are aching a bit from my rucksack too. ‘Do you really think I’m mad?’
‘Quite,’ my sister says. She comes and puts her arms around me. ‘But I love you for it. And I love you for trying. I’m not sure that I’d have the guts to do it.’
‘I’m not sure I have.’
‘At least you’re giving it a go,’ my baby sister says. ‘You’ll be fine. Just don’t talk to any strange yaks.’
We both laugh, but I know that my laughter sounds just that little bit nervous.
Edie waves her empty glass at me. ‘We should open some champagne. Toast your new idiocy…sorry…independence.’
‘We have got a bottle on ice.’ Edie and I exchange a glance at the ‘we’. It was the one I put in the fridge on the day that Jake walked out. Seems rather ironic really.
‘Crack it open then,’ she insists.
I do and as I pour the creamy bubbles into our glasses, I say, ‘This is nice. It does feel like a celebration.’
‘It feels to me like something that will piss a couple of people off no end,’ Edie counters. ‘I’m not sure who I’d be more worried about telling,’ she says. ‘Jake, or Mum.’
And suddenly that feels more disconcerting than conquering any Himalayan foothill.
Chapter twenty-three
Chapter twenty-three