part?â
âShe said I was to see the grounds and art.â
âThen you ought to go in wellies and a Puffa â with your own clothes underneath. Not your worky-waitressy garb â your off-duty clothes.â
âWhy?â
âBecause first and foremost youâre an art historian â and thatâs who you are. Not a suity person. Dress as the real You.â
âIâm an estate agent.â
âIn the interim.â Juliet looked at her sternly. âRemember â thatâs your game plan.â
Stellaâs head dropped a little as she nodded. She fiddled with a frozen oven chip that had missed its place on the tray.
âAnd my divorce came through.â
And then Juliet thought, sod the suit â thatâs not why sheâs here. âGood,â Juliet said. She wiped her hands on her jeans and put her arms around Stella. âAt long bloody last.â
âI know.â And Stella was shocked to feel tears scorch the back of her throat. She attempted to cough them away. âActually, it came last week.â
âWhy didnât you say?â Juliet was upset.
âI felt OK about it. Flat â but OK.â Her throat still ached. A tear dropped. âShit. I canât believe Iâm going to cry.â She groaned at herself and stamped.
âYou havenât heard from him, I suppose?â
Stella shook her head and then reached for some kitchen roll to blow her nose. âIâve been fine â and Iâm absolutely fine.â She was frustrated â more at her tears and herself than at any number of the transgressions that could be pinned on Charlie. âWhy am I crying
now
? Iâm not really.â
âI know youâre not. Itâs just relief and closure and youâve waited a long time for it. Welcome to the rest of your life. Come on, chook. Letâs go and raid my dressing-up box.â Juliet led the way upstairs, pausing with Stella to watch, unseen, Will sitting on Paulyâs bed in utter heaven as one cousin strummed a few chords on his guitar and the other chewed gum and texted on his phone.
âTry the Paul Smith,â Juliet said, proffering it for Stellaâs approval like a maître dâ presenting a Dover sole.
âIs that because you feel sorry for me?â Stella asked wryly, hauling herself back on form â a person who, once a good cry had been had, gathered herself together, dug deep for a smile and wore it until it worked independently.
âYes,â said Juliet. âOf course not! Just try it on â the more itâs worn, the more the cost-per-wear goes down and the quicker I can justify the purchase.â
Stella undressed and, though she stood there in black socks and mismatched underwear, Juliet thought what a cracking figure she had. âPromise not to bite my head off?â
âPardon?â
âJust â promise.â
âI promise.â
âNot to bite my head off.â
âI promise not to bite your head off!â
âPlease let me sort out a date for you â please?â
âWhen? To do what?â
âNo â a
date
, date.â
Stella wanted to bite Julietâs head off but as a girl whoâd never break a promise, she fell silent and just sent Juliet a black look instead.
âDo you not feel ready, Stella â is that it?â
Stella didnât answer, didnât appear to have heard.
âItâs been over three years, lovely.â
Stella shrugged. âIâm busy. I have Will. Iâm fine. Actually, Iâm just not interested.â
âThen you ought to go to your GP and have your hormone levels assessed.â Juliet thought that might have sounded a little sharp. âYouâre bloody gorgeous â itâs a waste! And youâre denying yourself the chance to have someone really lovely in your life â not to fill a gap, just to enhance it.â
âMy life is
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