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thin yellow passports.
‘There’s a taxi rank across the road. Good luck. Give my love to Rotherham.’
‘Thank you,’ said Selina, wishing she had a pound for every time she had said or heard those two words in the last twenty-four hours. Everyone was being so nice. Everyone except Angie, that was.
Sitting in the taxi, armed with their passports and details of their flight, Selina thought back to the port and the shock at seeing Angie for the first time in twenty years. She had wanted to leap up and throw her arms around her old friend, but Angie was projecting out a force field with her hostile brown eyes. Then again, could she really blame her? She had smashed up their friendship with a hammer and all for a man. Thirteen years of secrets and confessions and laughter cancelled out because of her desire for the very gorgeous Alexander Goldman.
There was a lot of time to kill at Malaga Airport and nothing to do but sit and drink coffee.
‘We could go for a burger and eat it very slowly,’ suggested Selina.
‘Why not,’ said Angie. This was no time to stick to her diet.
They sat in the burger bar with their cheese quarter-pounders, chips and Coke lights.
‘I haven’t had fast food in months,’ said Angie, momentarily forgetting that she didn’t want to indulge in friendly conversation.
‘Oh? Why’s that?’
‘Dieting. I was getting a bit porky.’
Selina smiled. ‘Can’t imagine you fat. You were always such a string bean.’
‘Well, I played a lot of hockey then, didn’t I? I was always running up and down a field.’
‘I hated hockey,’ said Selina, through a mouthful of burger.
‘Mrs Weaver made you the bloody captain,’ Angie exclaimed.
‘She was sucking up to me because she was knocking my dad off,’ said Selina.
‘Wha-at?’ Angie stopped chewing.
‘You heard.’
‘Your dad? And Mrs Weaver?’
That couldn’t have been right. Selina’s dad was tall and handsome with great big Superman shoulders. Mrs Weaver was small and plain with thin lips and massive knockers.
‘Don’t you remember her leaving halfway through the fifth year?’
Angie cast her mind back. ‘Yes, actually, I think I do.’
‘That’s because my mother found out about it and went into school threatening the head that if he didn’t sack Weaver, she was going to the newspapers. They’d already had the scandal about Mr Timpson feeling up that first year so he did what she asked.’
‘Blimey,’ said Angie. She still couldn’t picture Mrs Weaver in a passionate clinch with Dr Molloy.
‘The woman he eventually left my poor flat-chested mother for had knockers so big that she had to have a twenty-kilo weight down the back of her knickers just to help her to stand up straight. You can guess what my dad found most attractive in the fairer sex.’
Angie let loose a giggle then clapped her hand over her mouth realising she shouldn’t really be laughing at this.
‘They live in Canada. He rings on my birthday. Mum remarried too. She used to ring me on my birthday.’ Selina shrugged.
‘Don’t you ever see them?’
‘Haven’t seen Dad for seven years. Mum and I fell out because her husband is a creep. He tried it on with me and I told her about it. She chose to believe his version of events in which I came onto him. I don’t care though.’
Selina sounded like a young girl again. Benji’s been sold. I don’t care though.
Silence fell whilst they ate their fries, then Selina asked, ‘So what’s he like, then? Your husband? Anyone I know?’
‘I doubt it,’ replied Angie, washing down the salty fries with a long drink of Coke. ‘He’s a Leeds boy.’
‘What does he do?’
‘We have a company selling school uniforms.’
Selina lifted up her eyebrows, as far as she could anyway. ‘What happened to the journalistic ambitions?’
‘Tried it, hated it. Ended up working in a school uniform shop as a filler job and it was so badly run, I thought I could do better myself.’
‘So how did
‘There’s a taxi rank across the road. Good luck. Give my love to Rotherham.’
‘Thank you,’ said Selina, wishing she had a pound for every time she had said or heard those two words in the last twenty-four hours. Everyone was being so nice. Everyone except Angie, that was.
Sitting in the taxi, armed with their passports and details of their flight, Selina thought back to the port and the shock at seeing Angie for the first time in twenty years. She had wanted to leap up and throw her arms around her old friend, but Angie was projecting out a force field with her hostile brown eyes. Then again, could she really blame her? She had smashed up their friendship with a hammer and all for a man. Thirteen years of secrets and confessions and laughter cancelled out because of her desire for the very gorgeous Alexander Goldman.
There was a lot of time to kill at Malaga Airport and nothing to do but sit and drink coffee.
‘We could go for a burger and eat it very slowly,’ suggested Selina.
‘Why not,’ said Angie. This was no time to stick to her diet.
They sat in the burger bar with their cheese quarter-pounders, chips and Coke lights.
‘I haven’t had fast food in months,’ said Angie, momentarily forgetting that she didn’t want to indulge in friendly conversation.
‘Oh? Why’s that?’
‘Dieting. I was getting a bit porky.’
Selina smiled. ‘Can’t imagine you fat. You were always such a string bean.’
‘Well, I played a lot of hockey then, didn’t I? I was always running up and down a field.’
‘I hated hockey,’ said Selina, through a mouthful of burger.
‘Mrs Weaver made you the bloody captain,’ Angie exclaimed.
‘She was sucking up to me because she was knocking my dad off,’ said Selina.
‘Wha-at?’ Angie stopped chewing.
‘You heard.’
‘Your dad? And Mrs Weaver?’
That couldn’t have been right. Selina’s dad was tall and handsome with great big Superman shoulders. Mrs Weaver was small and plain with thin lips and massive knockers.
‘Don’t you remember her leaving halfway through the fifth year?’
Angie cast her mind back. ‘Yes, actually, I think I do.’
‘That’s because my mother found out about it and went into school threatening the head that if he didn’t sack Weaver, she was going to the newspapers. They’d already had the scandal about Mr Timpson feeling up that first year so he did what she asked.’
‘Blimey,’ said Angie. She still couldn’t picture Mrs Weaver in a passionate clinch with Dr Molloy.
‘The woman he eventually left my poor flat-chested mother for had knockers so big that she had to have a twenty-kilo weight down the back of her knickers just to help her to stand up straight. You can guess what my dad found most attractive in the fairer sex.’
Angie let loose a giggle then clapped her hand over her mouth realising she shouldn’t really be laughing at this.
‘They live in Canada. He rings on my birthday. Mum remarried too. She used to ring me on my birthday.’ Selina shrugged.
‘Don’t you ever see them?’
‘Haven’t seen Dad for seven years. Mum and I fell out because her husband is a creep. He tried it on with me and I told her about it. She chose to believe his version of events in which I came onto him. I don’t care though.’
Selina sounded like a young girl again. Benji’s been sold. I don’t care though.
Silence fell whilst they ate their fries, then Selina asked, ‘So what’s he like, then? Your husband? Anyone I know?’
‘I doubt it,’ replied Angie, washing down the salty fries with a long drink of Coke. ‘He’s a Leeds boy.’
‘What does he do?’
‘We have a company selling school uniforms.’
Selina lifted up her eyebrows, as far as she could anyway. ‘What happened to the journalistic ambitions?’
‘Tried it, hated it. Ended up working in a school uniform shop as a filler job and it was so badly run, I thought I could do better myself.’
‘So how did
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