The Little Bakery on Rosemary Lane: The best feel-good romance to curl up with in 2018. Ellen Berry
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Название: The Little Bakery on Rosemary Lane: The best feel-good romance to curl up with in 2018
Автор: Ellen Berry
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежный юмор
isbn: 9780008157159
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Halfway up Pentonville Road, she stopped and looked to see whether Sean had called to check on her welfare and she hadn’t heard it ringing. No missed calls. But there was a text, from Serena: Kate thinks you’ve gone home, are you ok?
She replied: Fine thanks just bit tired xx.
Yearning for a friendly voice now – and since it was only 10.45 p.m. – she called Della.
‘Rox, are you okay?’ She sounded startled.
‘Er, yes. Sorry. You weren’t in bed, were you?’
‘No, don’t worry. So, um, how’re things? What’ve you been up to tonight?’
‘I’ve just been at Sean’s fiftieth actually …’
‘Oh! Was that fun?’
‘Kind of,’ she muttered.
‘So, where are you now?’
‘Um, I’m just going home,’ Roxanne replied in her best sober voice. ‘I’ve had quite a week and I need to go to bed.’
‘Right. So, er … how are you getting home?’
Roxanne coughed and considered fibbing but wasn’t sure she could pull it off. ‘I’m walking but it’s fine, I’m nearly there now.’
‘You’re walking home at this time, on your own?’ Della gasped.
‘Yes, but I told you, I’m nearly—’
‘Rox, for God’s sake, you’re in London!’
‘Yes, handily, because that’s where I live.’ Roxanne was striding along now, head bent against the rain. She was regretting calling Della because, of course, her sister was under the impression that you only had to pop out for milk in London and you were likely to be stabbed.
‘Could you get a taxi, please?’
‘Yes, I will – but listen, your party invitation’s beautiful …’
‘Thanks. Sophie drew it for me.’
‘I thought she might have. How’s art college going?’
‘Loving it, as far as she tells me anything. So, d’you think you’ll be able to come to the party?’
‘Hope so,’ Roxanne replied, ‘but there’s stuff going on, I have this new boss—’
‘Oh, yes, you mentioned her. How’s that working out?’
Roxanne pushed her damp hair from her face. ‘I’ll tell you when I see you. How’s the lovely Frank?’
Della laughed at this reference to the man she’d been seeing for the past eighteen months. Secretly, Roxanne had never been terribly fond of her sister’s ex-husband, Mark – a podiatrist who had refused to even treat his wife’s feet, for crying out loud – even before it had come to light that he’d been having an affair with a patient, for whom he had left Della. In contrast, Frank really was lovely: an architect whose daughter, Becca, was at art college with Sophie in Leeds. It was their daughters’ friendship that had brought them together. ‘He’s great,’ Della replied. ‘He sends his love. Look – please get a taxi, would you?’
‘I told you, I’m nearly—’
‘I don’t like the idea of you tottering home drunk, all by yourself …’
‘I’m not drunk. I’m fine!’
A pause hung between them. ‘Okay, then. Just take care. I worry about you, Roxanne.’
‘There’s no need,’ Roxanne said unconvincingly. As they said goodbye, she wondered if there would ever come a point when a phone conversation with Della didn’t leave her feeling as if she was still fifteen years old.
It was almost midnight by the time Roxanne reached home. She was tired and sodden and Sean still hadn’t called her back, not that she expected him to really. He’d be having too good a time to think of checking his phone, she decided. Maybe he hadn’t even noticed she’d gone. That didn’t seem quite so positive, but then, it was probably better than him being frantic with worry and searching for her. And he obviously wasn’t worried, was he? Perhaps he had played her message and thought, ‘Yes, I can totally understand why she wanted to leave’, and gone back to enjoying his night.
At the main door into her block, Roxanne raked through her handbag for her keys. She really must become one of those sorted women who tidied their bag regularly and juiced kale.
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