The Little Bookshop of Lonely Hearts: A feel-good funny romance. Annie Darling

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      ‘Hate to be the one to break it to you, Pose, but you’re twenty-eight, so technically you are grown-up.’ Sam hoisted himself up on his elbows so Posy could see the doubtful look on his face. She made a mental note not to come to Sam if she ever needed a character witness. ‘And I suppose you are responsible … in your own way. I mean, you’ve been responsible for me for the last seven years and I’m still alive and I don’t have rickets or anything.’

      It wasn’t quite the validation that Posy had been after. ‘What about being responsible for the shop, though? I have two years to turn it round. Make it into a viable business.’

      ‘Less than two years really, because the shop isn’t doing very well, is it? It hasn’t made a profit for ages and it was only because Lavinia had family money that it’s kept going as long as it has.’ Sam shrugged. ‘That’s what Verity told Tom when he asked if he could have a pay rise.’

      The problem with Sam was that he was too smart for his own good. The other problem was that he heard things that he shouldn’t and then he worried about them when he didn’t need to. It was Posy’s job to worry for the both of them.

      ‘We don’t have to stay. I could give up the shop and then I guess we could move somewhere else and I could get another job—’

      Sam’s head shot up. ‘What? No! I can’t leave school, not with my GCSEs coming up! And where would we live? What kind of money would you be able to earn? Have you any idea how much the average London rent is?’ He looked as if he might burst into tears. ‘We’d have to move miles and miles away. To, like, the suburbs.’

      Sam made it sound as if the suburbs were just a fancy way of saying a cesspit. ‘Lots of people live in the suburbs, Sam. Or we could move to another big city but one that isn’t as expensive as London. Say, Manchester or Cardiff. If we moved back to Wales, we’d be close to the grandparents.’

      ‘But Manchester or Cardiff isn’t here, is it? Why would anyone want to live anywhere else but here?’ Sam asked with all the arrogance of someone lucky enough to have lived their entire life in Central London. Coram Fields was his back garden and the British Museum was his corner shop full of mummies and fossils and ancient weapons. In five minutes they could be in Soho or Oxford Street or Covent Garden. They could jump on a bus or a tube and the whole of London was theirs for the taking.

      People who didn’t know London thought it was a cold and unfeeling place, but their London wasn’t at all like that. Posy and Sam knew all the shopkeepers along Rochester Street (Posy was even a member of the Rochester Street Traders’ Association) and got mates’ rates on everything from fish and chips to scented candles. They knew the names of their favourite assistants in the big Sainsbury’s opposite Holborn tube station. Posy volunteered at Sam’s old primary school, going in once a week for one-on-one sessions with reluctant readers, and Sam’s best friends, Pants and Little Sophie, who worked in Bookends on Saturdays, lived just around the corner on the sprawling Housing Association estate.

      It was like living in a village without the inconvenience of living in a village. When they went to stay with their Welsh grandparents, everything shut at six in the evening, one o’clock on Thursdays, all day on Sundays, so God help you if you’d forgotten to stock up on chocolate.

      ‘So, you want to stay here, then?’ Posy asked, because they were in this together, she and Sam. ‘You reckon I could make a success of the shop?’

      ‘Yeah. You have to try at least, don’t you? It’s what Lavinia wanted.’ Sam looked at his laptop then sighed. ‘The only thing is … I’m not saying that it will, but if it all goes horribly wrong, what’s going to happen to us? We might end up owing money, instead of just being poor. And then what about tuition fees and things?’

      The urge to squeeze Sam came over Posy again and she had to slide her hands under her thighs. ‘You don’t need to worry about that,’ she said, swallowing hard. ‘When they died, Mum and Dad … they had a life insurance policy. I haven’t touched a penny of it because I’ve been saving it for your university fees. There’s enough there to get you through a degree, maybe a postgraduate degree too, if you only eat Pot Noodles. So you don’t have to stress about that, OK?’

      ‘OK. Wow! I wasn’t expecting that.’ Sam let out a deep breath. ‘I’d been worrying about how we were going to pay for the tuition fees. Though if you really need the money to, like, pay the staff wages, then maybe I could skip university and get a job.’

      ‘You are going to university,’ Posy stated forcefully. ‘Are we clear about that?’

      ‘We are,’ Sam agreed, and Posy thought that maybe he was smiling, though his back was to her and neither of them had smiled much this week. ‘And until then, we’re staying here – which is good cause I hate it when things change.’

      ‘Yeah, me too,’ Posy said feelingly. ‘They never seem to be good changes, do they?’

      Sam rolled over and propped himself up on one elbow. ‘About the shop …’ he said. ‘You’ll be fine. Better than fine. You’ll be amazing. You’ll be the best bookseller ever. You have to be, Posy, because otherwise we’ll be homeless right when I’m meant to be doing A-levels. What more motivation do you need?’

      ‘I think that’s more than enough motivation,’ Posy said, though rather than spurring her on, Sam’s words had put the fear of God into her. ‘Another half hour, then lights out.’

      ‘You can kiss me if you like,’ Sam offered magnanimously. ‘On the cheek.’

      Posy settled for ruffling his hair, which made Sam squawk in outrage as she knew it would. That was the only reason she was smiling as she closed his bedroom door.

      

      

      Telling Sam that she was going to take over Bookends and do her utmost to turn it into a profitable business was a doddle, a breeze, a walk in the park, compared to having to tell the staff the latest developments.

      ‘What happened to you yesterday?’ Verity asked when she arrived for work the next morning, closely followed by Nina, then Tom. ‘You disappeared with the dreaded Sebastian and that was the last we saw of you.’

      Nina was in the little kitchen off the back office, but she stuck her head out of the door, kettle in hand and a grin on her face. ‘Did he take liberties with you? Did you slap his face and storm off?’

      ‘Liberties weren’t taken but I did want to slap his face several times,’ Posy said, as she turned on the till. ‘It was touch and go at one point.’

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