Cecelia Ahern 2-Book Valentine Collection: PS I Love You, Where Rainbows End. Cecelia Ahern

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      CHAPTER THIRTEEN

      It was four o’clock by the time Holly eventually got out of town and started heading home to Swords. Evil Sharon had convinced Holly to go shopping after all, which resulted in her splashing out on a ridiculous top she was far too old to wear. She really needed to watch her spending from now on. Her funds were running low and without regular income she could sense tense times ahead. She needed to start thinking about getting a job, but she was finding it hard enough to get out of bed in the morning as it was – another depressing nine-to-five job wasn’t going to help matters. But it would pay the bills. Holly sighed loudly. All these things she had to handle by herself. She spent too much time on her own thinking about them. She needed people around her, like today with Denise and Sharon, as they always took her mind off things.

      She phoned her mum and checked if it was all right for her to call round.

      ‘Of course you can, love, you’re always welcome.’ Then Elizabeth lowered her voice to a whisper. ‘Just as long as you know that Richard is here.’ Christ! What was with all the little visits all of a sudden?

      Holly contemplated heading straight home when she heard that, but convinced herself she was being silly. He was her brother and, as annoying as he was, she couldn’t go on avoiding him forever.

      She arrived to an extremely loud and crowded house, and it felt like old times again, hearing screams and shouts in every room. Her mum was setting an extra place at the table just as Holly walked in.

      ‘Oh, Mum, you should have told me you were having dinner,’ Holly said, giving her a hug and a kiss.

      ‘Why, have you eaten already?’

      ‘No, actually I’m starving but I hope you didn’t go to too much trouble.’

      ‘No trouble at all, dear. It just means that poor Declan will have to go without food for the day, that’s all,’ she said, teasing her son, who was taking his seat. He made a face at her.

      The atmosphere was so much more relaxed this time around – or maybe it had just been Holly who was uptight last time they met up.

      ‘So, Mr Hard Worker, why aren’t you in college today?’ she said sarcastically.

      ‘I’ve been in college all morning,’ Declan replied, making a face. ‘And I’m going back in at eight o’clock, actually.’

      ‘That’s very late,’ said his father, pouring gravy all over his plate. Frank always ended up with more gravy than food.

      ‘Yeah, but it was the only time I could get the editing suite.’

      ‘Is there only one editing suite, Declan?’ piped up Richard.

      ‘Yeah.’ Ever the conversationalist.

      ‘And how many students are there?’

      ‘It’s only a small class so there are twelve of us.’

      ‘Don’t they have the funds for any more?’

      ‘For what, students?’ Declan teased.

      ‘No, for another editing suite.’

      ‘No, it’s only a small college, Richard.’

      ‘I suppose the bigger universities would be better equipped for things like that. They’re better all round.’

      And there was the dig they were all waiting for.

      ‘No, I wouldn’t say that. The facilities are top of the range, there’s just fewer people so less equipment. And the lecturers aren’t inferior to university lecturers. They’re a bonus because they work in the industry as well as lecturing. In other words, they practise what they preach. It’s not just textbook stuff.’

      Good for you, Declan, Holly thought, and winked across the table at him.

      ‘I wouldn’t imagine they get paid well doing that, so they probably have no choice but to lecture too.’

      ‘Richard, working in film is a very good job; you’re talking about people who have spent years in college studying for degrees and masters …’

      ‘Oh, you get a degree for that, do you?’ Richard was amazed. ‘I thought it was just a little course you were doing.’

      Declan stopped eating and looked at Holly in shock. Funny how Richard’s ignorance still amazed everyone.

      ‘Who do you think makes all those gardening programmes you watch, Richard?’ Holly interfered. ‘They’re not just a crowd of people who are doing a little course.’

      The thought that there was a skill involved had never even crossed his mind. ‘Great little programmes they are,’ he agreed.

      ‘What’s your project on, Declan?’ Frank asked.

      Declan finished chewing his food before he spoke. ‘Oh, it’s too messy to go into but basically it’s on club life in Dublin.’

      ‘Ooh, will we be in it?’ Ciara broke her unusual silence.

      ‘Yeah, I might just show the back of your head or something,’ he joked.

      ‘Well, I can’t wait to see it,’ Holly said encouragingly.

      ‘Thanks.’ Declan put his knife and fork down and started laughing, ‘Hey, what’s this I hear about you singing in a karaoke competition next week?’

      ‘What?’ Ciara yelled, her eyes nearly popping out of her head.

      Holly pretended not to know what he was talking about.

      ‘Ah, come on, Holly!’ he persisted. ‘Danny told me!’ He turned to the rest of the table and explained, ‘Danny is the owner of the place where I did the gig the other night and he told me Holly has entered a karaoke competition in the club upstairs.’

      Everyone oohed and aahed and talked about how great it was.

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