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don't even remember taking out something in the last fortnight. What is it?"
"The Sound of Music."
"Oh," I said, worried. "That wasn't me. That must have been Charlotte using my card."
My heart sank. That meant that I was going to have to tell Charlotte off for impersonating me. And I'd have to get money from her for the late charge. Extracting teeth would be easier.
"But why The Sound of Music?" asked Adrian.
"It's her favorite film."
"Really? Is there something wrong with her?"
"No," I said defensively. "She's very sweet."
"Ah, come on," scoffed Adrian. "She must not be too bright."
"She's not dumb," I insisted. "She's just young."
"If she's over the age of eight, she's out of the `just young' category," he snorted. "How old is she?"
"Twenty-three," I muttered. 88 / marian keyes
"Old enough to know better," he said.
"I bet she has a pink duvet cover," he added, his lip curled in disgust. "And she loves children and animals and gets up early on Sunday mornings to watch Little House on the Prairie."
If he only knew how close he was.
"You can tell an awful lot about a person by the video they choose," he explained. "Anyway, why is it charged to your card?"
"Because you closed her account. Remember?"
"She's not the blond who took Planes, Trains and Automobiles to Spain?" said Adrian, his voice rising in alarm. He looked appalled at the realization that he'd lent out one of his precious videos to the awful girl who had taken one of his babies across Europe and then refused to pay the late charge on her return. That somehow the trade sanctions that he'd imposed against Charlotte had been breached.
"Yes."
"I can't think how I didn't recognize her," he said, looking upset.
"Don't worry, don't worry," I said soothingly, willing him to clam down and let me go home. "I'll get it back. And I'll pay the fine."
I would have agreed to pay anything so that I could leave.
"No," he said. "Just get it back." The way tearful mothers of missing children do on television appeals.
"Just get it back," he repeated. "That's all I ask."
I left. I was exhausted. So much for not wanting to talk to anyone. But I wouldn't speak to anyone else that evening, I decided. I couldn't speak to anyone else that evening. I was taking a vow of silence. Although it felt more like a vow of silence was taking me.
lucy sullivan is getting married / 89
14 The apartment was in a terrible mess. The kitchen was in a shambles, with dirty dishes and pans piled higgledy-piggledy in the sink. The trash needed to be taken out, the radiators were covered with drying clothes, two pizza boxes were flung on the living-room floor, perfuming the air with onion and pepperoni, and there was a funny smell coming from the fridge when I opened it to put in my bottle of wine.
Although the state of the place made me more depressed than I already was, I couldn't summon the strength to do anything more than put the pizza boxes in a trash bag.
But at least I was home.
As I foraged gingerly around in the kitchen for a cleanish plate to put my chips on, the phone rang. And before I had realized what I was doing I had answered it.
"Lucy?" said a man's voice.
At least, for a moment, I thought it was a man. But then I realized that it was just Daniel.
"Hello," I said, trying to sound polite but cursing myself for answering the phone. He was obviously calling to gloat over the fortune-teller marriage nonsense.
"Hello, Lucy," he said in a friendly, concerned tone. "How are you?"
I had been right. He was definitely calling to gloat.
"What do you want?" I said coldly. 90 / marian keyes
"I called to see how you are," he said, doing a passable imitation of a surprised voice. "And thank you for the warm welcome."
"You're calling to laugh at me," I said huffily.
"I'm not," he said. "Honestly!"
"Daniel," I sighed. "Of course you are. Whenever something bad happens to me you call to rub it in. The same way as whenever something bad
"The Sound of Music."
"Oh," I said, worried. "That wasn't me. That must have been Charlotte using my card."
My heart sank. That meant that I was going to have to tell Charlotte off for impersonating me. And I'd have to get money from her for the late charge. Extracting teeth would be easier.
"But why The Sound of Music?" asked Adrian.
"It's her favorite film."
"Really? Is there something wrong with her?"
"No," I said defensively. "She's very sweet."
"Ah, come on," scoffed Adrian. "She must not be too bright."
"She's not dumb," I insisted. "She's just young."
"If she's over the age of eight, she's out of the `just young' category," he snorted. "How old is she?"
"Twenty-three," I muttered. 88 / marian keyes
"Old enough to know better," he said.
"I bet she has a pink duvet cover," he added, his lip curled in disgust. "And she loves children and animals and gets up early on Sunday mornings to watch Little House on the Prairie."
If he only knew how close he was.
"You can tell an awful lot about a person by the video they choose," he explained. "Anyway, why is it charged to your card?"
"Because you closed her account. Remember?"
"She's not the blond who took Planes, Trains and Automobiles to Spain?" said Adrian, his voice rising in alarm. He looked appalled at the realization that he'd lent out one of his precious videos to the awful girl who had taken one of his babies across Europe and then refused to pay the late charge on her return. That somehow the trade sanctions that he'd imposed against Charlotte had been breached.
"Yes."
"I can't think how I didn't recognize her," he said, looking upset.
"Don't worry, don't worry," I said soothingly, willing him to clam down and let me go home. "I'll get it back. And I'll pay the fine."
I would have agreed to pay anything so that I could leave.
"No," he said. "Just get it back." The way tearful mothers of missing children do on television appeals.
"Just get it back," he repeated. "That's all I ask."
I left. I was exhausted. So much for not wanting to talk to anyone. But I wouldn't speak to anyone else that evening, I decided. I couldn't speak to anyone else that evening. I was taking a vow of silence. Although it felt more like a vow of silence was taking me.
lucy sullivan is getting married / 89
14 The apartment was in a terrible mess. The kitchen was in a shambles, with dirty dishes and pans piled higgledy-piggledy in the sink. The trash needed to be taken out, the radiators were covered with drying clothes, two pizza boxes were flung on the living-room floor, perfuming the air with onion and pepperoni, and there was a funny smell coming from the fridge when I opened it to put in my bottle of wine.
Although the state of the place made me more depressed than I already was, I couldn't summon the strength to do anything more than put the pizza boxes in a trash bag.
But at least I was home.
As I foraged gingerly around in the kitchen for a cleanish plate to put my chips on, the phone rang. And before I had realized what I was doing I had answered it.
"Lucy?" said a man's voice.
At least, for a moment, I thought it was a man. But then I realized that it was just Daniel.
"Hello," I said, trying to sound polite but cursing myself for answering the phone. He was obviously calling to gloat over the fortune-teller marriage nonsense.
"Hello, Lucy," he said in a friendly, concerned tone. "How are you?"
I had been right. He was definitely calling to gloat.
"What do you want?" I said coldly. 90 / marian keyes
"I called to see how you are," he said, doing a passable imitation of a surprised voice. "And thank you for the warm welcome."
"You're calling to laugh at me," I said huffily.
"I'm not," he said. "Honestly!"
"Daniel," I sighed. "Of course you are. Whenever something bad happens to me you call to rub it in. The same way as whenever something bad
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