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She liked being with Luke; he was cool and fun and fu
She wasn’t at all sure if she was actually in love with Luke-although she had decided she would really like to be-and she was even less sure if he was in love with her; but it was very early days, and they had a lot of fun together, and she always looked forward enormously to seeing him. He was very generous, always tried to take her somewhere really nice. The other thing that was really sweet and that had surprised her was how much he respected her work.
“It must be absolutely terrifying,” he said, “life and death in your hands. And surgery: cutting people open, how scary is that?”
She said it wasn’t that scary-“What not even the first time?”-and she explained that you arrived at the first time so slowly and so well supervised, you were hardly aware at all it actually was the first time.
She was certainly looking forward to seeing him; they were going to have quite a bit of time together, not just Saturday night, but the whole of Sunday and Sunday night as well; she didn’t have to be back at the hospital till ten on Monday morning.
So she’d be able to stay in his flat for two nights, which was a really cool studio apartment; and obviously that meant they’d be having sex, quite a lot of sex. Luke was good at sex, inventive and very, very energetic, but also surprisingly considerate and eager to please, Emma thought, smiling to herself as she looked at the text he’d sent her that morning: Hi, babe. Really looking 4ward 2 tonite. I mean really. Got some news. Take care Luke xxx.
She wondered what the news was: probably something to do with work. It usually was. Anyway, only seven more hours… There’d been a few kids with broken bones, a couple of concussions, and a boy of seventeen with severe stomach pains. It turned out he’d drunk two bottles of vodka, three of wine, and a great many beers over the past twenty-four hours, celebrating his A levels, and seemed surprised there could have been a co
“Especially not these days,” Pritchard said. “They’d be suing us, given half the chance. Bloody nonsense,” he added. It had been one of his scowling days.
Anyway she might not look like a doctor, Emma thought, but she was certainly begi
“You’ve poisoned yourself, Luke, and swallowing more of it isn’t going to do any good at all. It’s such nonsense, and it’s so obvious. The only cure is time, and lots of water for the dehydration.”
He hadn’t liked that at all; knowing things, being right about them, was his department.
“If I want a medical opinion, I’ll get it for myself when I’m ready,” he said in a rare demonstration of ill humour. “I don’t want it doled out in my own home, thank you very much, Emma.”
And he poured himself a large Bloody Mary and proceeded to drink it with his breakfast eggs and bacon.
Alex Pritchard, who adored Emma, and had never met Luke, but had heard more than he would have wished about him, and referred to him privately as the oik, would have interpreted this as proof, were it needed, of his extremely inferior intelligence.
CHAPTER 3
The thing most occupying Laura’s time and attention as the long summer holidays drew near to their close was Jonathan’s surprise birthday party; he was forty in early October and had said several times that he didn’t want any big festivities.
“In the first place, I’ll feel more like mourning than celebrating, and in the second I find those big-birthday parties awfully selfconscious. So no, darling, let’s just have a lovely family evening, Much easier for you too, no stress, all right?”
Laura agreed with her fingers only slightly crossed behind her back, for what she had pla
Would she recognise him? Well, of course she would. From the pictures. Only people did look different from their photographs, and Russell had clearly selected his with great care over the years.
The day was nearly here; only two and a half weeks to go. And after they had met at Heathrow-and for some reason she had insisted on that; it was neutral territory-they would travel together to London, where he had booked rooms at the Dorchester-“two rooms, dearest Mary, have no fear; I know what a nice girl you are!”-for two days, while they got to know each other again: “And after that, if you really don’t like me you can go home to Bristol and I shall go home to New York and no harm done.”
She still thought much harm might be done, but she was too excited to care.
She had told no one. She didn’t want to be teased about it, or regarded as a foolish old lady; she had simply told her daughter, Christine, and a couple of friends that she was going to London to meet an old friend she’d known in the war. Which was absolutely true.
But she had bought a couple of very nice outfits from Jaeger-Jaeger, her!-where the girl had been so helpful, had picked out a navy knitted suit with white trim and a very simple long-sleeved black dress; and then, greatly daring, she had asked Karen, the only young stylist at her hairdressing salon, if anything could be done to make her hair look a bit more interesting.
“Well, we can’t do much about the colour, my love,” Karen had said, studying Mary intently in the mirror, her own magenta-and-white-striped fringe falling into her eye, “although we could put a rinse on to make it a bit blonder-looking. Or some lowlights,” she added, rising to the undoubted challenge, “and I do think you could wear it a bit smoother-like this,” she said, putting a photograph of Honor Blackman in the current HELLO! in front of Mary.