Looking for Andrew McCarthy. Jenny Colgan

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       Less Than Zero

      ‘HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!’

      Simple Minds. Ellie nudged it up with her foot, still concentrating on whitening up an extremely old pair of stilettos, and joined in with gusto.

      ‘Wooohhwoooahh!’

      The phone rang and she turned the music down reluctantly.

      ‘Hedgehog!’

      ‘Oh, hi Dad.’

      ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!’

      ‘Yes, yes, yes.’ Ellie tried to sound embarrassed, but was actually pleased.

      ‘Did you like your present then?’

      ‘Dad, it’s a beret.’

      ‘It’ll come in handy, though, won’t it? For skating?’

      Ellie hadn’t been skating with her father for sixteen years.

      ‘Uh, yeah.’

      ‘So, are you all set for tonight then?’

      Ellie looked around the room. One of the problems of having an eighties party, she mused, was not quite having the resources to rip out your entire flat and redesign it to look like the set of Dynasty. So she’d hung lots of old Brat Pack and Duran Duran posters on the wall, left lots of Jackie annuals lying about and bought a bunch of pink and black striped napkins. Later on, she was planning on spraying around some Anaïs Anaïs.

      ‘Hmm, pretty much,’ she said.

      ‘Is Julia coming?’

      Ellie raised her eyes to heaven. ‘Dad, she’s my best friend. Of course she’s coming.’

      ‘I bet she’ll look nice.’

      ‘Yes, well, I think it’s enough every male my own age I’ve ever known СКАЧАТЬ