The Time of My Life. Cecelia Ahern

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      ‘Sorry. Is it … you know?’

      ‘Life? No. I met him in his office earlier today.’

      ‘Him?’

      ‘Yeah.’

      ‘Weird.’

      ‘Yeah.’

      ‘How did it go?’

      ‘Yeah, good. He was nice, just wanted to check in and have a chat, that kind of thing, I probably won’t have to meet him again.’

      ‘Really?’

      ‘Don’t sound so surprised,’ I snapped.

      ‘Okay.’ He shifted his weight to his other foot. ‘So everything’s okay?’

      ‘Yeah, he was a bit confused as to why he had to meet me at all really.’

      ‘Really?’

      ‘Yeah, it’s just like one of those random breath tests only it’s a random life test. They picked me completely at random, unfortunately for me.’

      ‘Oh. Okay …’

      I let the silence hang.

      ‘Well, I’m here because I found these.’ He took a pair of shoes out from behind his back. ‘I’m checking around the kingdom to see who they fit.’

      I smiled.

      ‘May I?’ He got down on bended knee, lifted my foot, saw I had odd socks on and visibly tried hard not to comment. He removed my sock and slid my foot into the shoe. He looked at me in mock surprise.

      ‘Now do we live incestuously ever after?’ I asked.

      He frowned, then leaned against the door frame and stared at me.

      ‘What?’

      ‘Nothing.’

      ‘What, Riley? You didn’t just come here to give me my shoes.’

      ‘Nothing,’ he repeated. ‘Just …’ He looked like he was going to say something serious. ‘It’s just that I met someone who used to work with you a few years ago in Quinn and Downing and he just said a few things to me …’ He studied me. I tried to look confused, not fearful as I felt, and he changed tack. ‘Anyway, he was probably wrong.’ He cleared his throat.

      ‘Who was it?’ I asked coolly.

      ‘Gavin Lisadel.’ He studied me intensely some more.

      I rolled my eyes. ‘The biggest drama queen I’ve ever worked for.’ In truth a perfectly reputable guy. ‘I’ve heard he’s coming out with all kinds of weird stories about me. Don’t worry, whatever it is, it’s a lie. I heard he’s been cheating on his wife with a man for years, so you know …’ He was a happily married family man as far as I knew. I had just destroyed Gavin’s perfect image in less than one minute but I didn’t care, he had destroyed mine too, not that it had ever been perfect and even if he had, he probably wasn’t lying. Then I felt bad about what I’d said so I added quickly, ‘But everyone really likes him and he’s really good at his job.’

      Riley nodded, still not convinced but he changed the mood. ‘I still can’t believe you said Father wasn’t the breastfed kind.’ He started laughing, then threw his head back and laughed even louder.

      Eventually I joined in. ‘Well? Do you think she’d have bothered? Old wrinkly tits?’

      He shook his head, disgusted by the thought.

      The door opposite me opened and a friendly apologetic face popped out. ‘Hi, Lucy, I’m really sorry, do you mind keeping it down a little? I’ve just— oh hi,’ she said, noticing Riley.

      ‘Sorry,’ Riley apologised. ‘I’m just leaving.’

      ‘No, it’s rude of me to ask, it’s just that I’ve got …’ She pointed her thumb back into the apartment but didn’t say anything. ‘You look so alike. Are you Lucy’s brother?’ she asked, studying him.

      ‘I am. Riley.’ He reached out his hand and they shook, which was weird because I couldn’t even remember my neighbour’s name; I’d forgotten it the moment we met and it seemed rude as the time went by to ask so I just never addressed her, there was a lot of hey and hi and hello you and I had a strong suspicion it was Ruth but I’d never had the full confidence to go for it.

      ‘I’m Claire.’

      And it was just as well.

      ‘Hi, Claire.’

      Riley was giving her one of his best cute but sweet but strong and masculine, you-can-trust-me, flirtatious looks, which freaked me out but Claire wasn’t completely delusional, she untangled herself from his web of silent promises, and quickly said her goodbyes.

      ‘Must be losing your touch, Riley.’

      He looked at me, serious again.

      ‘Don’t worry, it happens to us all.’

      ‘No, not that …’

      ‘What, Riley?’

      ‘Nothing.’ He aborted the thought, and made his way to the elevator.

      ‘Thanks for the shoes,’ I said more gently.

      He didn’t turn around, just lifted his arm up in a salute and disappeared into the elevator. Just before I closed my door I heard my neighbour – whose name I’d already forgotten – open her door and quickly say, ‘If you ever want to come in for a coffee or anything, just come straight over. No notice needed, I’m always here.’

      ‘Oh. Okay.’ It felt awkward. It had been at least a year since I’d met her and apart from the chat in the elevator it was the longest sentence either of us had ever said to one another. She used to never speak when I saw her. Probably spending all that time cooped up inside had made her desperate to talk to anyone, including me.

      ‘Thanks. Eh … likewise.’ Then I couldn’t think of anything to say so I closed the door.

      Only I never wanted her to call over for a coffee and I never wanted Riley to come into the apartment. He’d never been in before, none of my family had. None of my friends had either. It was my space. But it was becoming an eyesore even to me. The carpet had to be cleaned. I would clean it myself without telling the landlord because I didn’t want him checking it and seeing the burns and then charging me for the damage. I searched for where I’d written the company name on the carpet and grabbed the phone and quickly dialled directory enquiries before I changed my mind. I knew something monumental was happening. I was doing something that needed to be done and I felt the burden of it every step of the way. As they connected me and the phone rang, I began to think of hanging up. It wasn’t just the phone call; it was having to follow through that bothered me. I’d have to stay in from work one day, I’d have to wait for СКАЧАТЬ