Still Me (Me Before You #3) - Jojo Moyes Page 0,110

helped Will’s daughter build this happy relationship with her grandmother.

Mum came in and out, replenishing the tray with cuts of ham, cheese and warmed mince pies, and seemed delighted that Lily was there, especially when Lily, her mouth full, gave her the run-down on goings-on in the big house. Lily didn’t think Mr Traynor was very happy. Della, his new wife, was finding motherhood a challenge and fussed over the baby incessantly, flinching and weeping whenever it squawked. Which was, basically, all the time.

‘Grandpa spends most of his time in his study, which just makes her even crosser. But when he tries to help she just shouts at him and tells him he’s doing everything wrong. Steven! Don’t hold her like that! Steven! You’ve got that matinee jacket completely back to front! I’d tell her to do one, but he’s too nice.’

‘He’s the generation that would have had very little to do with babies,’ Mum said kindly. ‘I don’t think your father would have changed a single nappy.’

‘He always asks after Granny so I told him she had a new man.’

‘Mrs Traynor has a boyfriend?’ My mother’s eyes rounded like saucers.

‘No. Of course she doesn’t. Granny says she’s enjoying her freedom. But he doesn’t need to know that, does he? I told Grandpa that a silver fox with an Aston Martin and all his own hair comes to take her out twice a week and I don’t know his name but it’s nice to see Granny looking so happy again. I can tell he really wants to ask questions but he doesn’t dare while Della’s there so he just nods and smiles this really fake smile and says, “Very good,” and goes off to his study again.’

‘Lily!’ said my mother. ‘You can’t tell lies like that!’

‘Why not?’

‘Because, well, it’s not true!’

‘Loads of things in life aren’t true. Father Christmas isn’t true. But I bet you told Thom about him anyway. Grandpa’s got someone else. It’s good for him – and for Granny – if he thinks she’s having lovely minibreaks in Paris with a hot rich pensioner. And they never speak to each other, so what’s the harm?’

As logic went, it was pretty impressive. I could tell because Mum’s mouth was working like someone feeling a loose tooth, but she couldn’t come up with any other reason why Lily was wrong.

‘Anyway,’ said Lily, ‘I’d better get back. Family dinner. Ho-ho-ho.’

It was at this moment that Treena and Eddie walked in, having been out to the play park with Thom. I saw Mum’s sudden look of barely concealed anxiety and thought, Oh, Lily, don’t say something awful. I gestured towards them. ‘This is Lily, Eddie. Eddie, Lily. Lily is the daughter of my old employer, Will. Eddie is –’

‘My girlfriend,’ said Treena.

‘Oh. Nice.’ Lily shook Eddie’s hand, then turned back to me. ‘So. I’m still planning on making Granny bring me out to New York. She says she won’t do it while it’s this cold but she will in the spring. So be prepared to take a few days off. April totally qualifies as spring, yes? Up for it?’

‘Can’t wait,’ I said. To the side of me, Mum deflated quietly with relief.

Lily hugged me hard, then ran from the front step. I watched her go and envied the robustness of the young.

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To: KatrinaClarkscottsherwinbarker

From: BusyBeegmail

Great picture, Treen! Really lovely. I liked it almost as much as the four you sent yesterday. No, my favourite is still the one you sent Tuesday. The three of you at the park. Yes, Eddie has got really nice eyes. You definitely look happy. I’m really glad.

Re your other point: I do think it might be a little early to frame one and send it to Mum and Dad but, hey, you know best.

Love to Thommo,

Lx

PS I’m fine. Thanks for asking.

I arrived back in the kind of New York blizzard that you see on the news, where only the tops of cars are visible and children sledge down normally traffic-filled streets and even the weather forecasters can’t quite hide their childish glee. The wide avenues were clear, forced into compliance by the mayor, the city’s huge snowploughs chugging dutifully up and down the major thoroughfares like gigantic beasts of burden.

I might normally have been thrilled to see snow like that, but my personal weather front was grey and damp, and it hung over me like a chill weight, sucking the joy from any situation.

I had never had my heart broken before, at least not by someone living.