Time After Time: A heart-warming novel about love, loss and second chances. Hannah McKinnon Mary

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       What if I’d said yes when Chris proposed?

      She swallowed.

       Did I fall asleep as Mrs. Hayley Cooper and wake up as Mrs. Hayley Jenkins?

      She couldn’t think of an explanation more absurd or more impossible. But what else could it be? The only other alternative was that she was going mad – or had gone mad – and that was just as scary.

      Panic rising, she forced herself to breathe in a more controlled and Zen-like fashion – in through the nose, out through the mouth, over and over again. But the little self-control she thought she’d regained seemed to slip away each time she exhaled.

      She scrunched up her eyes and pressed her balled fists over her ears, wishing herself back to her family. But when she looked up again and lowered her hands, the sounds of the tube hadn’t suddenly disappeared, and she hadn’t magically been whisked back home.

       Where’s a pair of ruby slippers when you need them?

      As she leaned back in her seat, the young couple standing in front of her started talking more loudly.

      ‘I’m telling you, you’re wrong,’ the girl said as she looked up at the guy and shifted the weight of her backpack.

      ‘Am not,’ the guy answered, and as he shook his head, his dreadlocks flopped around.

      ‘I bet you are,’ she said and laughed. ‘It’s the other way. Why don’t you ask someone?’

      ‘With my crap English? No way. Besides, the book says talking to people on the tube is rude.’

      ‘Well I want to go to Buckingham Palace today,’ the girl said and frowned, ‘I see enough of the Métro in Paris.’

      ‘Excuse me,’ Hayley said and they both turned towards her. ‘You’re on the right line for Buckingham Palace but,’ she pointed up at the map on the tube wall, ‘it’s true, you’re heading in the wrong direction. You have to go the other way and get off at Victoria station. See?’

      ‘That’s exactly what I told him,’ the girl said and winked at Hayley. ‘Men!’

      The guy smiled and scratched his stubble. ‘Ah, I should’ve known. She’s always right.’

      ‘Thank you,’ the girl said. ‘Your French is excellent, by the way.’

      ‘French?’ Hayley said, shaking her head. ‘I don’t speak French.’

      The girl laughed again. ‘You’re too modest, you speak it really well. Thanks again.’

      Hayley watched the couple move towards the doors and squinted at the copy of Libération the guy had sandwiched under his arm. It was close enough for her to make out the words. But that wasn’t all. She understood them.

      The couple continued talking and Hayley listened more intently, paying attention to each syllable, every intonation.

      ‘Tu vois,’ the girl said as she put her arms around her boyfriend. ‘La prochaine fois tu m’écoutes mieux, d’accord?’

      Hayley gaped at them with wide eyes, understanding every word.

      ‘C’est impossible,’ she said out loud to herself, ‘Je n’ai jamais appris le français.’ Her hand flew up to cover her open mouth.

       Since when do I speak French? What’s next? Latin? Parseltongue?

      She closed her eyes again to escape any other oddities that might be thrown her way, and only opened them when her stop was announced over the loudspeaker.

      At Chris’ house she mustered all the courage she could find, slid one of the keys into the lock and, heart pounding and palms sweating, pushed open the door.

       CHAPTER 11

       1990

       My Girl

      Chris knelt in front of Hayley as she sat on the bed. He looked up at her, his expression peppered with hope and desperation.

      ‘Will you?’ he said, running a hand first through his thick black hair and then across his face.

      ‘Get married?’ Hayley asked. ‘Are you serious?’ A broad grin spread across her face.

      ‘I’ve never been so serious in my life.’

      Hayley thought he looked like a puppy begging for a treat, his eyes wide and twinkling, and his mouth in an expectant smile.

      ‘I love you,’ he said. ‘I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ve finished my apprenticeship and I’m earning. If you leave university and get a job, we can afford a place of our own and have kids. I’ll get you a ring and you can be my girl. Forever.’

      Hayley pictured herself at their wedding and bit her lip. They made a lovely couple, everyone said so, and she loved him so much. For the most part they were happy and the sex had become much hotter since she’d started reading Cosmo articles, given him some subtle hints and direct guidance. But leave university? And kids?

      Maybe I can continue my course. Surely he’ll let me? Surely … wait a second; let me?

      Ellen’s voice popped into her head: ‘God, he’s so controlling.’

      ‘Well?’ Chris said. He winked at her and she noticed he was flexing his muscles. He knew she’d always had a weak spot for his biceps.

      She swallowed. She loved him, but … ‘Well … I don’t want to leave university,’ she said, shaking her head. ‘I … I don’t know if I want to have kids. I’m only nineteen.’

      Chris got up. ‘Of course we’ll have kids! And leaving uni will mean more money right away.’ He smiled at her.

      ‘But –’

      ‘You could always go back to school later. Night school, even, once we’re settled, or learn something else if you have to.’ He grinned. ‘Yeah, it’ll be great.’

      ‘Hang on a sec.’ Hayley’s voice became stronger. ‘I love you but I want to be a solicitor. I want to travel the world and work in New York or Paris. Mr. Simpson said –’

      ‘Mr. Simpson, Mr. Simpson,’ he mimicked, throwing his arms in the air. ‘He’s all you talk about.’ He stared СКАЧАТЬ