The Little Book Café: Emma’s Story. Georgia Hill. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

Автор: Georgia Hill
Издательство: HarperCollins
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isbn: 9780008281274
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‘I could do this. I could actually do this!’

       Chapter 5

      ‘So, how was she today?’ Ollie drained his pint. He nodded to her empty glass. ‘Another?’

      They’d met, as usual, for a drink in the Old Harbour. As they were saving every penny they could, their social life had become fairly limited. Tonight they were sitting outside in the balmy September air. The sun had long since disappeared but there were still streaks of blue and gold in the sky and it was warm. The sea lapped against the shore and one or two walkers strolled along the beach, dogs gambolling between their legs. It was an idyllic scene but one Emma had grown up with and took for granted. The only thing she could see was Joel’s finely drawn features and the passion for literature burning in his eyes.

      ‘Em? You’re miles away. I asked if you’d like another drink.’

      She nodded briefly and watched as Ollie got up and went into the bar, greeting one or two fellow volunteers from the RNLI as he went.

      On his return he put her half of cider and packet of crisps down on the rough wooden table. It occurred to her that he knew her so well he didn’t have to ask what she wanted. They’d met at school and had been going out ever since. Oliver Lacey had been part of her life for as long as she could remember. Every now and again they’d split up, see other people, but had always drifted back to each other. Her family adored him and Emma treated his mum as her own. Then, last year, after another break up, they’d got back together and things had got more serious; they’d decided to start saving hard to buy their own house. The only problem being, in Berecombe, housing stock was limited and expensive. Emma couldn’t really see it ever happening. Renting would be nearly as expensive and in seasonal demand and she didn’t want to have to move out every April to make way for the holiday lets; she wanted her own place. Somewhere permanent. Preferably without the anaglypta wallpaper and neat flower beds of her parents’ house.

      Dave Curzon, who ran the newsagents, and his girlfriend Lola stopped to chat. Mostly to Ollie. Everyone loved Ollie. She listened as the men moaned about Berecombe football club’s terrible start to the season. Ollie needed a haircut, she thought. His unruly black hair was flopping over his eyes and he kept having to flip it back impatiently. She’d have to get her mum to do it. Since he’d been training with the RNLI crew, he’d put on muscle weight and had bulked up. His shoulders had broadened and he was almost stocky. Or maybe he was just transitioning from a lanky boy into a man? Emotion shifted inside her. She knew she didn’t always treat him as well as he deserved but, deep down, she loved him.

      Dave and Lola drifted off and Ollie took a swig of his shandy and grinned. ‘So, come on, tell me what’s Her Ladyship done now?’

      It was their name for Leona. It had taken one day for Tash and Emma to get the measure of their new colleague.

      Emma’s lips twisted. ‘Today’s hissy fit was over me using her mug. Apparently, I don’t wash up hygienically enough and she doesn’t want my germs.’ Emma’s eyes were huge and indignant.

      Ollie laughed. ‘She might have a point there.’

      ‘And she had a go at me for eating crisp sandwiches for breakfast.’ Emma drew herself up. ‘“You are what you eat apparently.”’ She rolled her eyes. ‘I think it’s up to me what I eat. And then I caught her using wet wipes to wipe the phone receiver before she used it. By the time she’d answered it, they’d rung off!’

      ‘It takes all sorts, I suppose,’ Ollie said equably. ‘Dawn in the office is like that but not quite as bad.’ Ollie worked for the town council. He had a dull but reasonably paid job which was, most importantly, local enough for him to get to a RNLI shout when on call. ‘Let’s hope she gets fast-tracked and disappears up to head office.’ He put his hand on Emma’s. ‘Chill, Em. It’s not like you to get so worked up.’

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