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cares, we all
care. He’s not interfering, he’s trying to help.”
    “Oh, yeah.” Just
like I always tried to interfere in their lives.
    “I tried to ring.”
She sounded miffed now, slightly affronted. “I tried a few times last night,
but you didn’t pick up. So, are you meeting me or not?”
    Ah, the calls
which I’d ignored because it could have been Ollie, and I was avoiding him.
Shit, why couldn’t I just man up and face the music? “Dane isn’t—?”
    “No, Dane isn’t
here. I’m on my own.” She sighed, a little wistful sigh, because Holly didn’t
do pushy, or difficult, and I was being both, with a dash of temperamental and
self pity in the mix. And she definitely didn’t do temperamental and emotional.
    “Sorry, of course
I’ll meet up for lunch. But it’s a bit early, it’s only—” I glanced at my
watch. It wasn’t early. Somehow between Will getting up and leaving, and the
phone buzzing, I’d lost a few hours. Bugger.
    “I know you’re
here to get away and sort things out and I promise I won’t hang around, it’s
just Dane—”
    I wanted to forget
Dane. Dane who thought he knew all the answers and was probably right.
    “And Soph?” The
worry trickled down the line. “Who’s Ollie?”
    “We’ll talk, I
promise. Over lunch.” I didn’t need to tell her where to meet me, Crackington
Haven only had one pub, and one café, and one car park. And right now one
Holly.
     
    I’d overstated the
facilities at the village— come winter time the café was shut and it just came
down to the sum total of a pub and car park. They seemed a bit surprised to get
visitors in the pub too, which was fair enough given what it had to offer was a
view, which in the summer was quaint and in the winter gloomy, and a rocky
beach that had morphed from idyllic and sheltered, into dangerous and smuggler
territory.
    We didn’t have to
make much of pleasantries, we were good friends so it was straight to the hug
and then the nitty gritty. Well, after the food and drink had been sorted.
    “You look good.”
    “Thanks.” I wasn’t
sure how damp air that frizzed up my hair and left my cheeks as pink as a
slapped bottom looked good, but she said it as though she meant it.
    She grinned.
“You’ve got a man haven’t you? You look kind of relaxed and chilled, you’re never
chilled.”
    I raised an
eyebrow.
    “You’re always
bouncing about and proving to everyone how good life is, but you’re not doing
that.”
    “No one to prove
anything to here.” I glanced around the bar, deserted apart from a man with a
dog and the elderly guy behind the bar.
    She laughed. “You
know what I mean.”
    I did. She was
right, I hadn’t actually sorted anything out yet, no answers, nothing. But I
did feel strangely calmer, strangely like I might almost expect things to pan
out, in the end.
    “He was there when
Dane rang wasn’t he?”
    “They both were.”
I winked and she spluttered into her beer, which sent froth up her nose and
left her frantically searching for a tissue as her eyes streamed. But she never
took her gaze off me. I passed her a serviette and sipped my drink in a
ladylike manner whilst she finished choking and showering the table with beer.
“I mean, what else is there to do here?” I put on my best look of innocence.
    “I wish I did soul
searching the same way you do.”
    Okay, I did feel a
twinge of guilt because she looked a bit miffed, it had all been very sombre
when I’d told her I needed time out on my own to sort things. Now it looked
like I was partying, which was just the surface dressing to make me feel a bit
more normal. Zero to hero takes time.
    “Why are you here,
Sophie? I mean I know that Dane knows, everyone always knows more than me, and
I know he’s all wound up, but don’t you trust me enough to tell?” It was almost
a plea. She was putting brave face on it, but she was hurt. She was bound to be.
I mean what type of a best mate just walks out, and what type of a mate