Thanks for the Memories. Cecelia Ahern

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      Justin takes a seat in the front row and listens with horror to the discussion he’s joined.

      ‘Does anybody have any questions?’

       Can you change the subject?

      ‘Do you get paid for giving blood?’

      More laughs.

      ‘Not in this country, I’m afraid.’

      ‘Does the person who is given blood know who their donor is?’

      ‘Donations are usually anonymous to the recipient but products in a blood bank are always individually traceable through the cycle of donation, testing, separation into components, storage and administration to the recipient.’

      ‘Can anyone give blood?’

      ‘Good question. I have a list here of contraindications to being a blood donor. Please all study it carefully and take notes if you wish.’ Dr Fields places her sheet under the projector and her white coat lights up with a rather graphic picture of someone in dire need of a donation. She steps away and instead it fills the screen on the wall.

      People groan and the word ‘gross’ travels around the tiered seating like a Mexican wave. Twice by Justin. Dizziness overtakes him and he averts his eyes from the image.

      ‘Oops, wrong sheet,’ Dr Fields says cheekily, slowly replacing it with the promised list.

      Justin searches with great hope for needle or blood phobia in an effort to eliminate himself as a possible blood donor. No such luck – not that it mattered, as the chances of him donating a drop of blood to anyone are as rare as ideas in the morning.

      ‘Too bad, Dover.’ Another scrunched ball of paper goes flying from the back of the hall to hit Ben’s head again. ‘Gay people can’t donate.’

      Ben coolly raises two fingers in the air.

      ‘That’s discriminatory,’ one girl calls out.

      ‘It is also a discussion for another day,’ Dr Fields responds, moving on. ‘Remember, your body will replace the liquid part of the donation within twenty-four hours. With a unit of blood at almost a pint and everyone having eight to twelve pints of blood in their body, the average person can easily spare giving one.’

      Pockets of juvenile laughter at the innuendo.

      ‘Everybody, please.’ Dr Fields claps her hands, trying desperately to get attention. ‘Blood For Life Week is all about education as much as donation. It’s all well and good that we can have a laugh and a joke but at this time I think it’s important to note the fact that someone’s life, be it woman, man or child, could be depending on you right now.’

      How quickly silence falls upon the class. Even Justin stops talking to himself.

       TWO

      ‘Professor Hitchcock.’ Dr Fields approaches Justin, who is arranging his notes at the podium while the students take a five-minute break.

      ‘Please call me Justin, Doctor.’

      ‘Please call me Sarah.’ She holds out her hand.

      Very ‘Nice to meet you, Sarah.’

      ‘I just want to make sure we’ll see each other later?’

      ‘Later?’

      ‘Yes, later. As in … after your lecture,’ she smiles.

      Is she flirting? It’s been so long, how am I supposed to tell? Speak, Justin, speak.

      ‘Great. A date would be great.’

      She purses her lips to hide a smile. ‘OK, I’ll meet you at the main entrance at six and I’ll bring you across myself.’

      ‘Bring me across where?’

      ‘To where we’ve got the blood drive set up. It’s beside the rugby pitch but I’d prefer to bring you over myself.’

      ‘The blood drive …’ He’s immediately flooded with dread. ‘Ah, I don’t think that—’

      ‘And then we’ll go for a drink after?’

      ‘You know what? I’m just getting over the flu so I don’t think I’m eligible for donating.’ He parts his hands and shrugs.

      ‘Are you on antibiotics?’

      ‘No, but that’s a good idea, Sarah. Maybe I should be …’ He rubs his throat.

      ‘Oh, I think you’ll be OK,’ she grins.

      ‘No, you see, I’ve been around some pretty infectious diseases lately. Malaria, smallpox, the whole lot. I was in a very tropical area.’ He remembers the list of contraindications. ‘And my brother, Al? Yeah, he’s a leper.’ Lame, lame, lame.

      ‘Really.’ She lifts an eyebrow and though he fights it with all his will, he cracks a smile. ‘How long ago did you leave the States?’

      Think hard, this could be a trick question. ‘I moved to London three months ago,’ he finally answers truthfully.

      ‘Oh, lucky for you. If it was two months you wouldn’t be eligible.’

      ‘Now hold on, let me think …’ He scratches his chin and thinks hard, randomly mumbling months of the year aloud. ‘Maybe it was two months ago. If I work backwards from when I arrived …’ He trails off, while counting his fingers and staring off into the distance with a concentrated frown.

      ‘Are you afraid, Professor Hitchcock?’ she smiles.

      ‘Afraid? No!’ He throws his head back and guffaws. ‘But did I mention I have malaria?’ He sighs at her failure to take him seriously. ‘Well, I’m all out of ideas.’

      ‘I’ll see you at the entrance at six. Oh, and don’t forget to eat beforehand.’

      ‘Of course, because I’ll be ravenous before my date with a giant homicidal needle,’ he mumbles as he watches her leave.

      The students begin filing back into the room and he tries to hide the smile of pleasure on his face, mixed as it is. Finally the class is his.

      OK, my little twittering friends. It’s pay-back time.

      They’re not yet all seated when he begins.

      ‘Art,’ he announces to the lecture hall, and he hears the sounds of pencils and notepads being extracted from bags, loud zips and buckles, tin pencil cases rattling; all new for the first day. Squeaky-clean and untarnished. Shame the same can not be said for the students. ‘The products of human creativity.’ He doesn’t СКАЧАТЬ