Going Home. Harriet Evans
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Название: Going Home

Автор: Harriet Evans

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Современные любовные романы

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isbn: 9780007373291

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СКАЧАТЬ into the study for a catch-up. I bet you any money you like that at no time did Dad say, ‘So who on earth is she, bro?’ No, they’d have been talking about some shares of Grandfather’s that were currently worth zero, and whether the wall in the kitchen garden needed rebuttressing.

      ‘So,’ Rosalie said, toned thighs clamped round a bowl as we all sat in the side-room, intermittently roaring with laughter at the film, ‘Suzy, you’re a doctor, right? Where?’

      ‘I’m a GP at the local surgery,’ said Mum, deftly whisking off a rogue stalk.

      ‘I’m sorry?’ said Rosalie, looking blank.

      ‘She’s a family doctor at a clinic,’ said Tom. He had performed a remarkable volte-face and become Rosalie’s new best friend. He was even speaking with a semi-American accent.

      ‘Wow,’ said Rosalie. ‘That’s hard work, right?’

      ‘Right,’ said Mum. ‘I’m lucky, though, I’ve got three days off for Christmas.’

      ‘Gaahd!’ screeched Rosalie. ‘I don’t know how you do it. I have such admiration for doctors and nurses and those who help.’

      My mother and Kate shifted closer to each other on the sofa.

      ‘Er, yes,’ said Kate. She cleared her throat. ‘So, Rosalie, what about you? What do you do?’

      ‘Me? Oh, gosh, nothing real interesting. I’m an attorney with Wright Jordan Folland. That’s how I met Mike. I head up their commercial property arm,’ Rosalie said casually, tossing a pile of uncropped sprouts into her lap.

      ‘Really?’ we said in unison.

      ‘Are you serious?’ Chin said.

      ‘Sure, why?’ said Rosalie.

      ‘I just…’ mumbled Chin. ‘No reason.’

      ‘Well, that must be a much more stressful job than mine,’ said Mum. ‘Good grief, you’ve done so well to get so far, and you’re so young! How old are you?’

      ‘Oh, my God, my favourite bit!’ yelled Rosalie, neatly deflecting the question as Tony Curtis cycled towards the hotel after a night spent kissing Marilyn Monroe.

      ‘He’s brilliant,’ said Tom.

      ‘Creep,’ I muttered under my breath.

      ‘Tony Curtis! What a man!’ Tom continued, unabashed.

      ‘I was his attorney a few years ago when I was living in California,’ Rosalie said. ‘Nice guy. Some asshole was trying to screw him around on the money and I guess I ironed things out. He gave me one of his paintings.’

      ‘Oh, my God!’ said Tom. ‘You met him?’

      ‘All part of the job, honey,’ said Rosalie, tossing her hair off her face and putting the bowl on the floor. She smiled at me as she looked up again and I smiled back, unable to resist her. ‘So Lizzy,’ she said suddenly, ‘I want to know more about you. You got a boyfriend?’

      The room fell silent – apart from the rise and fall of Gibbo’s breathing as he dozed in the corner.

      ‘No,’ I said.

      ‘But what about that David guy? Doesn’t he live round here?’

      ‘David?’ I asked. How did she know about David?

      ‘Mike and I met him for a drink in New York. I liked him.’

      The atmosphere was as thick as stew.

      ‘You met David?’ breathed Jess. ‘You saw him?

      ‘David…Lizzy’s—’ Mum broke off. ‘David Eliot?’ She made it sound as if she barely knew him.

      ‘I’m sure that was his name.’ Rosalie looked confused. ‘You guys dated, right? Journalist? Kinda cute, short brown hair, real tall?’

      ‘Argh!’ I said, in a kind of strangulated scream.

      Chin sat up straight. ‘Well, actually, Rosalie, we don’t talk about him any more. Do we, Lizzy?’ she said.

      ‘No, we do not,’ I said, as firmly as I could, though the mere mention of his name made me feel as if someone had scooped out my insides.

      ‘I’m sorry,’ said Rosalie. ‘Hey, Lizzy, I hope I didn’t—’

      I raised my hand. ‘Don’t worry. David and I finished last year. He went to New York but his mother lives just over there,’ I said, gesturing towards the window, ‘in the village.’

      His mother has a little orchard where David had kissed me in spring, surrounded by gnarled little apple trees, festooned with white blossom, and told me he was going to New York.

      ‘Right. I’m sorry. Is that how you met? Down here?’ said Rosalie.

      ‘Yes,’ I replied, plaiting my fingers in my lap.

      Although I’d known his younger brother Miles for a while, I hadn’t met David until he ran over my bike in his car after I’d left it outside the post office on a baking hot summer’s day. When I’d heard the crumple of steel and loud swearing, I’d appeared at the doorway with an ice lolly to see it buckled round David’s bumper. He took me for a drink to say sorry. We ended up spending the night in a room above the pub and the next four days together.

      ‘Why did you split up?’

      ‘Ask him,’ I said flatly.

      ‘I did,’ said Rosalie. ‘But he went kinda weird and said I had to ask you.’

      I’d deleted the email Miles had sent me, only four months ago, confirming that in New York David had slept with Lisa, a friend of mine from university. I didn’t want it in my computer: I knew the temptation would be to come back to it, like picking a scab. My best friend Georgy still has it, though, and has said she’ll forward it to me if I need to read it again.

      ‘Ha,’ I said bitterly. ‘Ha. No disrespect to newly-weds, Rosalie, but all men are bastards.’

      ‘You’d better believe it,’ said Rosalie. ‘Apart from your uncle, honey – that man is good through and through. My first husband though. My gosh, that man was bad. Turned out he only married me so I couldn’t testify at his trial. There. All done.’

      ‘Blimey,’ said Kate, recovering her poise before the rest of us. ‘Er. thanks for doing those, Rosalie.’

      ‘My pleasure,’ said Rosalie, stretching herself on the sofa and patting my hand. ‘I’m sorry it didn’t work out, honey. But look at you – so pretty. You’ll find someone much better. I did.’ The irony was lost on Rosalie but not on us. ‘Come on, let’s watch this darned film,’ she said.

      Dad and Mike appeared, rather flushed, as Geraldine, Daphne, Sugar and Osgood were sailing away. Mum stood up and went over to them. ‘OK?’ she asked.

      ‘Absolutely,’ СКАЧАТЬ