ు ࢈ After You: A Novel for ipad ಉ By Jojo Moyes ಝ

ు  ࢈ After You: A Novel for ipad ಉ By Jojo Moyes ಝ ు ࢈ After You: A Novel for ipad ಉ By Jojo Moyes ಝ 1The big man at the end of the bar is sweating He holds his head low over his double scotch and every few minutes he glances up and out behind him toward the door, and a fine sheen of perspiration glistens under the strip lights He lets out a long, shaky breath disguised as a sigh and turns back to his drink.Hey Excuse me I look up from polishing glasses.Can I get another one here I want to tell him that its really not a good idea, that it wont help That it might even put him over the limit But hes a big guy and its fifteen minutes till closing time and according to company guidelines, I have no reason to tell him no So I walk over and take his glass and hold it up to the optic He nods at the bottle.Double, he says, and slides a fat hand down his damp face.Thatll be seven pounds twenty, please.It is a quarter to eleven on a Tuesday night, and the Shamrock and Clover, East City Airports Irish themed pub that is as Irish as Mahatma Gandhi, is winding down for the night The bar closes ten minutes after the last plane takes off, and right now it is just me, the intense young man with the laptop, the two cackling women at table 2, and the man nursing a double Jamesons waiting on SC107 to Stockholm and DB224 to Munich, the latter of which has been delayed for forty minutes.I have been on since midday, as Carly had a stomachache and went home I didnt mind I never mind staying late Humming softly to the sounds of Celtic Pipes of the Emerald Isle Vol III, I walk over and collect the glasses from the two women, who are peering intently at some video footage on a phone They laugh the easy laughs of the well lubricated.My granddaughter Five days old, says the blond woman, as I reach over the table for her glass.Lovely I smile All babies look like currant buns to me.She lives in Sweden Ive never been But I have to go see my first grandchild, dont I Were wetting the babys head They burst out laughing again Join us in a toast Go on, take a load off for five minutes Well never finish this bottle in time.Oops Here we go Come on, Dor Alerted by a screen, they gather up their belongings, and perhaps its only me who notices a slight stagger as they brace themselves for the walk toward security I place their glasses on the bar, scan the room for anything else that needs washing.You never tempted then The smaller woman has turned back for her scarf.Im sorry To just walk down there, at the end of a shift Hop on a plane I would She laughs again Every bloody day.I smile, the kind of professional smile that might convey anything at all, and turn back toward the bar.Around me the concession stores are closing up for the night, steel shutters clattering down over the overpriced handbags and emergency gift Toblerones The lights flicker off at gates 3, 5, and 11, the last of the days travelers winking their way into the night sky Violet, the Congolese cleaner, pushes her trolley toward me, her walk a slow sway, her rubber soled shoes squeaking on the shiny Marmoleum.Evening, darling.Evening, Violet.You shouldnt be here this late, sweetheart You should be home with your loved ones.She says exactly the same thing to me every night.Not long now I respond with these exact words every night Satisfied, she nods and continues on her way.Intense Young Laptop Man and Sweaty Scotch Drinker have gone I finish stacking the glasses and cash up, checking twice to make sure the till roll matches what is in the till I note everything in the ledger, check the pumps, jot down what we need to reorder It is then that I notice the big mans coat is still over his bar stool I walk over and glance up at the monitor The flight to Munich would be just boarding if I felt inclined to run his coat down to him I look again and then walk slowly over to the Gents.Hello Anyone in here The voice that emerges is strangled and bears a faint edge of hysteria I push open the door The Scotch Drinker is bent low over the sinks, splashing his face His skin is chalk white.Are they calling my flight Its only just gone up Youve probably got a few minutes.I make to leave, but something stops me The man is staring at me, his eyes two tight little buttons of anxiety He shakes his head I cant do it He grabs a paper towel and pats at his face I cant get on the plane.I wait.Im meant to be traveling over to meet my new boss, and I cant And I havent had the guts to tell him Im scared of flying He shakes his head Not scared Terrified.I let the door close behind me.Whats your new job He blinks Uh car parts Im the new Senior Regional Manager bracket Spares close bracket for Hunt Motors.Sounds like a big job, I say You have brackets.Ive been working for it a long time He swallows hard Which is why I dont want to die in a ball of flame I really dont want to die in an airborne ball of flame.I am tempted to point out that it wouldnt actually be an airborne ball of flame, a rapidly descending one, but suspect it wouldnt really help He splashes his face again and I hand him another paper towel.Thank you He lets out another shaky breath and straightens up, attempting to pull himself together I bet you never saw a grown man behave like an idiot before, huh About four times a day.His tiny eyes widen.About four times a day I have to fish someone out of the mens loos And its usually down to fear of flying.He blinks at me.But you know, like I say to everyone else, no planes have ever gone down from this airport.His neck shoots back in his collar Really Not one.Not even a little crash on the runway I shake my head.Its actually pretty boring here People fly off, go to where theyre going, come back again a few days later I lean against the door to prop it open These lavatories never smell any better by the evening And anyway, personally, I think there are worse things that can happen to you.Well, I suppose thats true.He considers this, looks sideways at me Four a day, huh Sometimes Now if you wouldnt mind, I really have to get back Its not good for me to be seen coming out of the mens loos too often.He smiles, and for a minute I can see how he might be in other circumstances A naturally ebullient man A cheerful man A man at the top of his game of continentally manufactured car parts.You know, I think I hear them calling your flight.You reckon Ill be okay.Youll be okay Its a very safe airline And its just a couple of hours out of your life Look, SK491 landed five minutes ago As you walk to your departure gate, youll see the air stewards and stewardesses coming through on their way home and youll see them all chatting and laughing For them, getting on these flights is pretty much like getting on a bus Some of them do it two, three, four times a day And theyre not stupid If it wasnt safe, they wouldnt get on, would they Like getting on a bus, he repeats.Probably an awful lot safer.Well, thats for sure He raises his eyebrows Lot of idiots on the road.I nod.He straightens his tie And its a big job.Shame to miss out on it, for such a small thing Youll be fine once you get used to being up there.Maybe I will Thank youLouisa, I say.Thank you, Louisa Youre a very kind girl He looks at me speculatively I dont suppose youd like to go for a drink sometime I think I hear them calling your flight, sir, I say, and I open the door to allow him to pass through.He nods, to cover his embarrassment, makes a fuss of patting his pockets Right Sure Well off I go then.Enjoy those brackets.It takes two minutes after he has left for me to discover he has been sick all over cubicle 3.I arrive home at a quarter past one and let myself into the silent flat I change out of my clothes and into my pajama bottoms and a hooded sweatshirt, then open the fridge, pulling out a bottle of white, and pouring a glass It is lip pursingly sour I study the label and realize I must have opened it the previous night then forgotten to stopper the bottle, and then decide its never a good idea to think about these things too hard and I slump down in the chair with it.On the mantelpiece are two cards One is from my parents, wishing me a happy birthday That best wishes from Mum is as piercing as any stab wound The other is from my sister, suggesting she and Thom come down for the weekend It is six months old Two voice mails are on my phone, one from the dentist One not. Hi Louisa Its Jared here We met in the Dirty Duck Well, we hooked up muffled, awkward laugh It was just you know I enjoyed it Thought maybe we could do it again Youve got my digitsWhen there is nothing left in the bottle, I consider buying another one, but I dont want to go out again I dont want Samir at the Mini Mart grocers to make one of his jokes about my endless bottles of pinot grigio I dont want to have to talk to anyone I am suddenly bone weary, but it is the kind of head buzzing exhaustion that tells me that if I go to bed I wont sleep I think briefly about Jared and the fact that he had oddly shaped fingernails Am I bothered about oddly shaped fingernails I stare at the bare walls of the living room and realize suddenly that what I actually need is air I really need air I open the hall window and climb unsteadily up the fire escape until I am on the roof.The first time Id come up, nine months earlier, the estate agent showed me how the previous tenants had made a small terrace garden, dotting around a few lead planters and a small bench Its not officially yours, obviously, hed said But yours is the only flat with direct access to it I think its pretty nice You could even have a party up here I had gazed at him, wondering if I really looked like the kind of person who held parties.The plants have long since withered and died I am apparently not very good at looking after things Now I stand on the roof, staring out at Londons winking darkness below Around me a million people are living, breathing, eating, arguing A million lives completely divorced from mine It is a strange sort of peace.The sodium lights glitter as the sounds of the city filter up into the night air, engines rev, doors slam From several miles south comes the distant brutalist thump of a police helicopter, its beam scanning the dark for some vanished miscreant in a local park Somewhere in the distance a siren wails Always a siren Wont take much to make this feel like home, the real estate agent had said I had almost laughed The city feels as alien to me as it always has But then everywhere does these days.I hesitate, then take a step out onto the parapet, my arms lifted out to the side, a slightly drunken tightrope walker One foot in front of the other, edging along the concrete, the breeze making the hairs on my outstretched arms prickle When I first moved down here, when it all first hit me hardest, I would sometimes dare myself to walk from one end of my block to the other When I reached the other end I would laugh into the night air You see I am herestaying aliveright out on the edge I am doing what you told me It has become a secret habit me, the city skyline, the comfort of the dark, and the anonymity and the knowledge that up here nobody knows who I am.I lift my head, feel the night breezes, hear the sound of laughter below and the muffled smash of a bottle breaking, see the traffic snaking up toward the city, the endless red stream of taillights, an automotive blood supply It is always busy here, above the noise and chaos Only the hours between 3 to 5 a.m are relatively peaceful, the drunks having collapsed into bed, the restaurant chefs having peeled off their whites, the pubs having barred their doors The silence of those hours is interrupted only sporadically, by the night tankers, the opening up of the Jewish bakery along the street, the soft thump of the newspaper delivery vans dropping their paper bales I know the subtlest movements of the city because I no longer sleep.Somewhere down there a lock in is taking place in the White Horse, full of hipsters and East Enders, and a couple are arguing outside, and across the city the general hospital is picking up the pieces of the sick and the injured and those who have just barely scraped through another day Up here is just the air and the dark and somewhere the FedEx freight flight from LHR to Beijing, and countless travelers, like Mr Scotch Drinker, on their way to somewhere new.Eighteen months Eighteen whole months So when is it going to be enough I say into the darkness And there it is, I can feel it boiling up again, this unexpected anger I take two steps along, glancing down at my feet Because this doesnt feel like living It doesnt feel like anything.Two steps Two I will go as far as the corner tonight.You didnt give me a bloody life, did you Not really You just smashed up my old one Smashed it into little pieces What am I meant to do with whats left When is it going to feelI stretch out my arms, feeling the cool night air against my skin, and realize I am crying again.Fuck you, Will, I whisper Fuck you for leaving me.Grief wells up again like a sudden tide, intense, overwhelming And just as I feel myself sinking into it, a voice says, from the shadows I dont think you should stand there.I half turn, and catch a flash of a small, pale face on the fire escape, dark eyes wide open In shock, my foot slips on the parapet, my weight suddenly on the wrong side of the drop My heart lurches a split second before my body follows And then, like a nightmare, I am weightless, in the abyss of the night air, my legs flailing above my head as I hear the shriek that may be my own CrunchAnd then all is black.2Whats your name, sweetheart A brace around my neck.A hand feeling around my head, gently, swiftly.I am alive This is actually quite surprising.Thats it Open your eyes Look at me, now Look at me Can you tell me your name I want to speak, to open my mouth, but my voice emerges muffled and nonsensical I think I have bitten my tongue There is blood in my mouth, warm and tasting of iron I cannot move.Were going to move you onto a spinal board, okay You may be a bit uncomfortable for a minute, but Im going to give you some morphine to make the pain a bit easier The mans voice is calm, level, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to be lying broken on concrete, staring up at the dark sky I want to laugh I want to tell him how ridiculous it is that I am here But nothing seems to work as it should.The mans face disappears from view A woman in a neon jacket, her dark curly hair tied back in a ponytail, looms over me, shining a thin torch abruptly in my eyes and gazing at me with detached interest as if I were a specimen, not a person.Do we need to bag her I want to speak but Im distracted by the pain in my legs Jesus, I say, but Im not sure if I say it aloud.Multiple fractures Pupils normal and reactive BP ninety over sixty Shes lucky she hit that awning What are the odds of landing on a daybed, eh I dont like that bruising though Cold air on my midriff, the light touch of warm fingers Internal bleeding Do we need a second team Can you step back please, sir Right back Another mans voice I came outside for a smoke, and she dropped onto my bloody balcony She nearly bloody landed on me.Well there you goits your lucky day She didnt.I got the shock of my life You dont expect people to just drop out of the bloody sky Look at my chair That was eight hundred pounds from the Conran shop Do you think I can claim for it A brief silence.You can do what you want, sir Tell you what, you could charge her for cleaning the blood off your balcony while youre at it How about that The first mans eyes slide toward his colleague Time slips, I tilt with it I have fallen off a roof My face is cold and I realize distantly that I have started to shake.Shes going into shock, SamA van door slides open somewhere below And then the board beneath me moves and briefly the pain the pain the paineverything turns black.A siren and a swirl of blue Always a siren in London We are moving Neon slides across the interior of the ambulance, hiccups and repeats, illuminating the unexpectedly packed interior The man in the green uniform is tapping something into his phone, before turning to adjust the drip above my head The pain has lessenedmorphine but with consciousness comes a growing terror It is a giant airbag inflating slowly inside me, steadily blocking out everything else Oh, no Oh, no.Egcuse nge It takes two goes for the man, his arm braced against the back of the cab, to hear me He turns and stoops toward my face He smells of lemons and has missed a bit when shaving.You okay there Ang IHe leans down Sorry Hard to hear over the siren Well be at the hospital soon He places a hand on mine It is dry and warm and reassuring I am suddenly panicked in case he decides to let go Just hang in there Whats our ETA, Donna I cant say the words My tongue fills my mouth My thoughts are muddled, overlapping Did I move my arms when they picked me up I lifted my right hand, didnt I Ang I garalysed It emerges as a whisper.What He drops his ear to somewhere near my mouth.Garalysed Ang I garalysed Paralyzed He hesitates, his eyes on mine, then turns and looks down at my legs Can you wiggle your toes I try to remember how to move my feet It seems to require several leaps of concentration than it used to He reaches down and lightly touches my toe, as if to remind me where they are Try again There you go.Pain shoots up both my legs A gasp, possibly a sob Mine.Youre all right Pain is good I cant say for sure, but I dont think theres any spinal injury Youve done your hip, and a few other bits besides.His eyes are on mine Kind eyes He seems to understand how much I need convincing I feel his hand close on mine I have never needed a human touch .Really Im pretty sure youre not paralyzed.Oh, thang Gog, I hear my voice, as if from afar My eyes brim with tears Please don leggo og me, I whisper.He moves his face closer I am not letting go of you.I want to speak, but his face blurs, and I am gone again.Afterward they tell me I fell two floors of the five, bursting through an awning, breaking my fall on a top of the line, outsized, canvas and wicker effect, waterproof cushioned sun lounger on the balcony of Mr Antony Gardiner, a copyright lawyer and neighbor I have never met My hip smashes into two pieces and two of my ribs and my collarbone snap straight through I break two fingers on my left hand, and a metatarsal, which pokes through the skin of my foot and causes one of the medical students to faint My X rays are a source of some fascination.I keep hearing the voice of the paramedic who treated me You never know what will happen when you fall from a great height I am apparently very lucky They tell me this and wait, smiling, as if I should respond with a huge grin, or perhaps a little tap dance I dont feel lucky I dont feel anything I doze and wake and sometimes the view is the bright lights of an operating theater and then it is a quiet, still room A nurses face Snatches of conversation. Did you see the mess the old woman on D4 made Thats some end of a shift, eh You work up at the Princess Elizabeth, right You can tell them we know how to run an ER Hahahahaha. You just rest now, Louisa Were taking care of everything Just rest now.The morphine makes me sleepy They up my dose and its a welcome, cold trickle of oblivion.I open my eyes to find my mother at the end of my bed.Shes awake Bernard, shes awake Do we need to get the nurse Shes changed the color of her hair, I think distantly And then Oh Its my mother My mother doesnt talk to me any.Oh, thank God Thank God My mother reaches up and touches the crucifix around her neck It reminds me of someone but I cannot think who She leans forward and lightly strokes my cheek For some reason this makes my eyes fill immediately with tears.Oh, my little girl She is leaning over me, as if to shelter me from further damage I smell her perfume, as familiar as my own Oh, Lou.She mops my tears with a tissue.I got the fright of my life when they called Are you in pain Do you need anything Are you comfortable What can I get you She talks so fast that I cannot answer We came as soon as they said Treenas looking after Granddad He sends his love Well, he sort of made that noise, you know, but we all know what he means Oh, love, how on earth did you get yourself into this mess What on earth were you thinking She does not seem to require an answer All I have to do is lie there My mother dabs at her eyes, and then again at mine.Youre still my daughter And and I couldnt bear it if something happened to you and we werent you know.Ngung I swallow over the words My tongue feels ridiculous I sound drunk I ngever wangedI know But you made it so hard for me, Lou I couldntNot now, love, eh Dad touches her shoulder.Her words tail off She looks away into the middle distance and takes my hand When we got the call Oh I thoughtI didnt know She is sniffing again, her handkerchief pressed to her lips Thank God shes okay, Bernard.Of course she is Made of rubber, this one, eh Dad looms over me We had last spoken on the telephone two months earlier, but I have not seen him in person for the eighteen months since I left my hometown He looks enormous and familiar and desperately, desperately tired.Shorry, I whisper I cant think what else to say.Dont be daft Were just glad youre okay Even if you do look like youve done six rounds with Mike Tyson Have you actually looked in a mirror since you got here I shake my head.Maybe I might just hold off a bit longer You know Terry Nicholls, that time he went right over his handlebars by the Mini Mart Well, take off the mustache, and thats pretty much what you look like Actuallyhe peers closer at my facenow that you mention itBernard.Well bring you some tweezers tomorrow Anyway, the next time you decide you want flying lessons, lets head down the ol airstrip, yes Jumping and flapping your arms is plainly not working for you.I try to smile.They both bend over me Their faces are strained, anxious My parents.Shes got thin, Bernard Dont you think shes got thin Dad leans closer, and then I see how his eyes have grown a little watery How his smile is a bit wobblier than usual.Ah she looks beautiful, love Believe me You look bloody beautiful He squeezes my hand, then lifts it to his mouth and kisses it My dad has never done anything like that to me in my whole life.It is then that I realize they thought I was going to die and a sob bursts unannounced from my chest I shut my eyes against the hot tears and feel his large, wood roughened palm around mine.Were here, sweetheart Its all right now Its all going to be okay.They make the fifty mile journey every day for two weeks, catching the early train down, and then after that, come every few days Dad gets special dispensation from work because Mum wont travel by herself There are, after all, all sorts in London This is said than once and always accompanied by a furtive glance behind her, as if a knife wielding hoodlum is even now sneaking into the ward Treena is staying over to keep an eye on Granddad There is an edge to the way Mum says it that makes me think this might not be my sisters first choice of arrangements.Mum has brought homemade food to the hospital ever since the day we all stared at my lunch and, despite five whole minutes of intense speculation couldnt work out what it actually was And in plastic trays, Bernard Like a prison She prodded it sadly with a fork, then sniffed the residue She now arrives daily with enormous sandwichesthick slices of ham or cheese in white bloomer breadand homemade soups in flasks Food you can recognize and feeds me like a baby My tongue slowly returns to its normal size Apparently Id almost bitten through it when I landed Its not unusual, they tell me.I have two operations to pin my hip, and my left foot and left arm are in plaster up to my joints Keith, one of the porters, asks if he can sign my castsapparently its bad luck to have them virgin whiteand promptly writes a comment so filthy that Eveline, the Filipina nurse, has to put a plaster on it before the consultant comes around When Keith pushes me to X ray or to the pharmacy, he tells me the gossip from around the hospital I could do without hearing about the patients who die slow and horrible deaths, of which there seem to be an endless number, but it keeps him happy I sometimes wonder what he tells people about me I am the girl who fell off a five story building and lived In hospital status, this apparently puts me some way above the compacted bowel in C ward, or That Daft Bint Who Accidentally Took Her Thumb Off With Pruning Shears.It is amazing how quickly you become institutionalized I wake, accept the ministrations of a handful of people whose faces I now recognize, try to say the right thing to the consultants, and wait for my parents to arrive My parents keep busy with small tasks in my room and become uncharacteristically deferential in the face of the doctors Dad apologizes repeatedly for my inability to bounce, until Mum kicks him, quite hard, in the ankle.After the rounds are finished, Mum usually has a walk around the concourse shops downstairs and returns exclaiming in hushed tones at the number of fast food outlets That one legged man from the cardio ward, Bernard Sitting down there stuffing his face with cheeseburgers and chips, like you wouldnt believe.Dad sits and reads the local paper in the chair at the end of my bed The first week he keeps checking it for reports of my accident I try to tell him that in this part of the city even the double murders barely merit a News In Brief, but in Stortfold the previous week the local papers front page ran with Supermarket Trolleys Left in Wrong Area of Car Park The week before that it was Schoolboys Sad at State of Duck Pond, so he is yet to be convinced.On the Friday after the final operation to pin my hip, my mother brings a dressing gown that is one size too big for me, and a large brown paper bag of egg sandwiches I dont have to ask what they are the sulfurous smell floods the room as soon as she opens the bag My father mouths an apology, waving his hand in front of his nose The nursesll be blaming me, Josie, he says, closing the door of my room.Eggs will build her up Shes too thin And besides, you cant talk You were blaming the dog for your awful smells two years after hed died.Just keeping the romance alive, love.Mum lowers her voice Treena says her last fellow put the blankets over her head when he broke wind Can you imagine Dad turns to me When I do it, your mother wont even stay in the same postcode.There is tension in the air, even as they laugh I can feel it When your whole world shrinks to four walls, you become acutely attuned to slight variations in atmosphere Its in the way consultants turn away slightly when they are examining X rays, or the way the nurses cover their mouths when theyre talking about someone who has just died nearby.What I say What is it They look awkwardly at each other.So Mum sits on the end of my bed The doctor said the consultant said its not clear how you fell.I bite into an egg sandwich I can pick things up with my left hand now Oh, that I got distracted.While walking around a roof.I chew for a minute.Is there any chance you were sleepwalking, sweetheart DadIve never sleepwalked in my life.Yes, you have There was that time when you were thirteen and you sleepwalked downstairs and ate half of Treenas birthday cake.Um I may not have actually been asleep.And theres your blood alcohol level They said you had drunk an awful lot.I had a tough night at work, and I had a drink or two and I just went up on the roof to get some air And then I got distracted by a voice.You heard a voice.I was just standing on the toplooking out I do it sometimes And there was this girls voice behind me and it gave me a shock and I lost my footing.A girl I only really heard her voice.Dad leans forward Youre sure it was an actual girl Not an imaginaryIts my hip thats mashed up, Dad, not my brain.They did say it was a girl who called the ambulance Mum touches Dads arm.So youre saying it really was an accident, he says.I stop eating They look away from each other guiltily.What You you think I jumped off Were not saying anything Dad scratches his head Its justwellthings had all gone so wrong since and we hadnt seen you for so long and we were a bit surprised that youd be up walking on the roof of a building in the wee small hours You used to be afraid of heights.I used to be engaged to a man who thought it was normal to calculate how many calories hed burned while he slept Jesus This is why youve been so nice to me You think I tried to kill myself Its just he was asking us all sorts.Who was asking what The psychiatrist bloke They just want to make sure youre okay, love We know things have been allwell, you knowsincePsychiatrist Theyre putting you on the waiting list to see someone To talk, you know And weve had a long chat with the doctors and youre coming home with us Just while you recover You cant stay by yourself in that flat of yours ItsYouve been in my flat Well, we had to fetch your things.There is a long silence I think of them standing in my doorway, my mothers hands tight on her bag as she surveys the unwashed bed linen, the empty wine bottles lined up in a row on the mantelpiece, the solitary half bar of Fruit and Nut in the fridge I picture them shaking their heads, looking at each other Are you sure weve got the right place, Bernard Right now you need to be with your family Just till youre back on your feet.I want to say Ill be fine in my flat, no matter what they think of it I want to do my job and come home and not think until my next shift I want to say I cant go back to Stortfold and be That Girl again, The One Who I dont want to have to feel the weight of my mothers carefully disguised disapproval, of my fathers cheerful determination that its all okay, everything is just fine, as if saying it enough times will actually make it okay I dont want to pass Wills house every day, to think about what I was part of, the thing that will always be there.But I dont say any of it Because suddenly Im tired and everything hurts and I just cant fight any.Dad brings me home two weeks later in his work van There is only room for two in the front, so Mum has stayed behind to prepare the house, and as the motorway speeds by beneath us, I find my stomach tightening nervously.The cheerful streets of my hometown feel foreign to me now I look at them with a distant, analytical eye, noting how small everything appears, how tired, how twee Even the castle looks smaller, perched on top of the hill I realize this is how Will must have seen it when he first came home after his accident, and push the thought away As we drive down our street, I find myself sinking slightly in my seat I dont want to make polite conversation with neighbors, to explain myself I dont want to be judged for what I did.You okay Dad turns, as if he guesses something of whats going through my head.Fine.Good girl He puts a hand briefly on my shoulder.Mum is already at the door as we pull up I suspect she has actually been standing by the window for the past half hour Dad puts one of my bags on the step and then comes back to help me out, hoisting the other over his shoulder.I place my cane carefully on the paving stones, and I feel the twitching of curtains behind me as I make my way slowly up the path Look who it is, I can hear them whispering What do you think shes done now Dad steers me forward, watching my feet carefully, as if they might suddenly shoot out and go somewhere they shouldnt Okay there he keeps saying Not too fast now.I can see Granddad hovering behind Mum in the hall, wearing his checked shirt and his good blue jumper Nothing has changed The wallpaper is the same The hall carpet is the same, the lines in the worn pile visible from where Mum must have vacuumed that morning I can see my old blue anorak hanging on the hook Eighteen months I feel as if I have been away for a decade.Dont rush her, Mum says, her hands pressed together Youre going too fast, Bernard.Shes hardly flipping Mo Farah If she goes any slower well be moonwalking.Watch those steps Should you stand behind her, Bernard, coming up the steps You know, in case she falls backward I know where the steps are, I say through gritted teeth I only lived here for twenty six years.Watch she doesnt catch herself on that lip there, Bernard You dont want her to smash the other hip. Oh, God, I think Is this what it was like for you, Will Every single day And then my sister is in the doorway, pushing past Mum Oh, for Gods sake, Mum Come on, Hopalong Youre turning us into a freaking sideshow.Treena wedges her arm under my armpit and turns briefly to glare at the neighbors, her eyebrows raised as if to say really I can almost hear the swishing of curtains as they close.Bunch of bloody rubberneckers Anyway, hurry up I promised Thomas he could see your scars before I take him to youth club God, how much weight have you lost Your boobs must look like two tangerines in a pair of socks.It is hard to laugh and walk at the same time Thomas runs to hug me so that I have to stop and put a hand out against the wall to keep my balance as we collide Did they really cut you open and put you back together he says His head comes up to my chest He is missing four front teeth Grandpa says they probably put you back together all the wrong way And God only knows how well tell the difference.Bernard I was joking.Louisa Granddads voice is thick and hesitant He reaches forward unsteadily and hugs me and I hug him back He pulls away, his old hands gripping my arms surprisingly tightly, and frowns at me, a mock anger.I know, Daddy I know But shes home now, says Mum.Youre back in your old room, says Dad Im afraid we redecorated with Transformers wallpaper for Thom You dont mind the odd Autobot and Predacon, right I had worms in my bottom, says Thomas Mum says Im not to talk about it outside the house Or put my fingers up myOh, good Lord, says Mum.Welcome home, Lou, says Dad, and promptly drops my bag on my foot.3Looking back, for the first nine months after Wills death I was in a kind of daze I went straight to Paris and simply didnt go home, giddy with freedom, with the appetites that Will had stirred in me I got a job at a bar favored by expats where they didnt mind my terrible French, and I grew better at it I rented a tiny attic room in the 16th, above a Middle Eastern restaurant, and I would lie awake at night and listen to the sound of the late drinkers and the early morning deliveries and every day I felt like I was living someone elses life.Those early months, it was as if I had lost a layer of skinI woke up laughing, or crying I felt everything intensely, saw everything as if a filter had been removed I ate new foods, walked strange streets, spoke to people in a language that wasnt mine.Sometimes I felt haunted by him, as if I were seeing it all through his eyes, hearing his voice in my ear. What do you think of that, then, Clark I told you youd love this. Eat it Try it Go on I felt lost without our daily routines It took weeks for my hands not to feel useless without daily contact with his body the soft shirt I would button the warm, motionless hands I would wash gently the silky hair I could still feel between my fingers I missed his voice, his abrupt, hard earned laugh, the feel of his lips against my fingers, the way his eyelids would lower when he was about to drop off to sleep My mother, still aghast at what I had been part of, had told me that while she loved me, she could not reconcile this Louisa with the daughter she had raised So with the loss of my family as well as the man I had loved, every thread that had linked me to who I was had been abruptly cut I felt as if I had simply floated off, untethered, to some unknown universe.So I acted out a new life I made casual, arms length friendships with other travelers young English students on gap years Americans retracing the steps of literary heroes, certain that they would never return to the Midwest wealthy young bankers day trippers a constantly changing cast that drifted in and through and past, escapees from other lives I smiled and I chatted and I worked and I told myself I was doing what he had wanted I had to take some comfort, at least, in that Didnt I Winter loosened its grip and the spring was beautiful Then almost overnight I woke up one morning and realized I had fallen out of love with the city Or, at least, I didnt feel Parisian enough to stay The stories of the expats began to sound wearyingly similar, the Parisians started to seem unfriendly, or, at least, I noticed, several times a day, the myriad ways in which I would never quite fit in The city, compelling as it was, felt like a glamorous couture dress I had bought in haste but that didnt quite fit me after all I handed in my notice and went traveling around Europe.No two months had ever left me feeling inadequate I was lonely almost all the time I hated not knowing where I was going to sleep each night, was permanently anxious about train timetables and currency, and had difficulty making friends when I didnt trust anyone I met And what could I say about myself, anyway When people asked me, I could give them only the most cursory details All the stuff that was important or interesting about me was what I couldnt share Without someone to talk to, every sight I sawwhether it was the Trevi Fountain or a canal in Amsterdamfelt simply like a name on a list that I needed to check off I spent the last week on a beach in Greece that reminded me too much of a beach I had been on with Will only months before, and finally after a week of sitting on the sand fending off bronzed men who all seemed to be called Dmitri and trying to tell myself I was actually having a good time I gave up and returned to Paris Mostly because that was the first time it had occurred to me that I had nowhere else to go.For two weeks I slept on the sofa of a girl Id worked with at the bar, while I tried to figure out what to do next Recalling a conversation Id had with Will about careers, I wrote to several colleges about fashion courses, but I had no portfolio of work to show them and they rebuffed me politely The course I had originally won after Will died was awarded to someone else because I had failed to defer I could apply again next year, the administrator said, in the tones of someone who knew I wouldnt.I looked online at jobs websites and realized that, despite everything I had been through, I was still unqualified for any of the kinds of jobs I might actually be interested in doing And then by chance, just as I was wondering what to do next, Michael Lawler, Wills lawyer, rang me and suggested it was time to do something with the money Will had left me It was the excuse to move that I needed He helped me negotiate a deal on a scarily overpriced two bedroom flat on the edge of the Square Milea neighborhood I chose largely because I remembered Will once talking about the wine bar on the corner and it made me feel a bit closer to himand there was enough money left over with which to furnish it Then six weeks later I came back to England, got a job at the Shamrock and Clover, slept with a man called Phil whom I would never see again, and waited to feel as if I had really started living.Nine months on I was still waiting.I didnt go out much that first week home I was sore and grew tired quickly, so it was easy to lie in bed and doze, wiped out by extrastrength painkillers, and tell myself that letting my body recover was all that mattered In a weird way, being back in our little family house suited me it was the first place I had managed to sleep than four hours at a stretch since I had left it was small enough that I could always reach out for a wall to support myself Mum fed me, Granddad kept me company Treena had gone back to college, taking Thom with her , and I watched a lot of daytime television, marveling at its never ending advertisements for loan companies and stairlifts, and its preoccupation with minor celebrities whom the better part of a year abroad had left me unable to recognize It was like being in a little cocoon, one that, admittedly, had a whacking great elephant squatting in its corner.We did not talk about anything that might upset this delicate equilibrium I would watch whatever celebrity news that daytime television served up and then say at supper, Well, what about that Shayna West, then, eh And Mum and Dad would leap on the topic gratefully, remarking that she was a trollop or had nice hair or that she was no better than she should be We covered Bargains That Could Be Found in Your Attic I always wonder what that Victorian planter of your mothers would have been worth ugly old thing and Ideal Homes in the Country I wouldnt wash a dog in that bathroom I did not think beyond each mealtime, beyond the basic challenges of getting dressed and brushing my teeth and completing whatever tiny tasks my mother set me You know, love, when Im out, if you could sort out your washing, Ill do it with my coloreds.But like a creeping tide, the outside world steadily insisted on intruding I heard the neighbors asking questions of my mother as she hung out the washing Your Lou home, then, is she And Mums uncharacteristically curt response She is.I found myself avoiding the rooms in the house from which I could see the castle But I knew it was there, the people in it living, breathing links to Will Sometimes I wondered what had happened to them While in Paris I had been forwarded a letter from Mrs Traynor, thanking me formally for everything I had done for her son I am conscious that you did everything you could But that was it That family had gone from being my whole life to a ghostly remnant of a time I wouldnt allow myself to remember.Now, as our street sat moored in the shadow of the castle for several hours every evening, I felt the Traynors presence like a rebuke.Id been there for two weeks before I realized that Mum and Dad no longer went to their social club Isnt it Tuesday I asked on the third week as we sat around the dinner table Shouldnt you be gone by now They glanced at each other Ah, no Were fine here, Dad said, chewing on a piece of his pork chop.Im fine by myself, honestly, I told them Im much better now And Im quite happy watching television I secretly longed to sit, unobserved, with nobody else in the room I had barely been left alone for than half an hour at a time since Id come home Really Go out and enjoy yourselves Dont mind me.We we dont really go to the club any, said Mum, not looking at me as she sliced through a potato.People they had a lot to say About what went on Dad shrugged In the end it was easier just to stay out of it The silence that followed this disclosure lasted a full six minutes.And there were other, concrete reminders of the life I had left behind Ones that wore skin tight running pants with special wicking properties.It was on the fourth morning that Patrick jogged past our house when I realized it might be than coincidence I had heard his voice the first day and limped blearily to the window, peering through the blind And there he was below me, stretching out his hamstrings while talking to a girl with a blond ponytail and clad in matching blue Lycra so tight I could pretty much figure out what shed had for breakfast They looked like two Olympians missing a bobsled I stood back from the window in case he looked up and saw me, and within a minute they were gone again, jogging down the road, backs erect, legs pumping, like a pair of glossy turquoise carriage ponies.Two days later I was getting dressed when I heard them again Patrick was saying something loudly about carb loading, and this time the girl flicked a suspicious gaze toward my house, as if she were wondering why they had stopped in exactly the same place twice.On the third day I was in the front room with Granddad when they arrived We should practice sprints, Patrick was saying loudly Tell you what, you go to the fourth lamppost and back and Ill time you Two minute intervals Go Granddad looked at me, and then rolled his eyes meaningfully.Has he been doing this the whole time Ive been back Granddads eyes rolled pretty much into the back of his head.I watched through the net curtains as Patrick fixed his eyes on his stopwatch, his best side presented to my window He was wearing a black fleece zip up top and matching Lycra shorts, and as he stood, a few feet from the other side of the curtain, I was able to gaze at him, quietly amazed that this was someone I had been sure, for so long, Id loved.Keep going he yelled, looking up from his stopwatch And like an obedient gun dog, the girl touched the lamppost beside him and bolted away again Forty two point three eight seconds, he said approvingly when she returned, panting I reckon you could shave another point five of a second off that.Thats for your benefit, said my mother, who had walked in bearing two mugs.I did wonder.His mother asked me in the supermarket were you back and I said yes, you were Dont look at me like thatI could hardly lie to the woman She nodded toward the window That ones had her boobs done Theyre the talk of Stortfold Apparently you could rest two cups of tea on them She stood beside me for a moment You know theyre engaged I waited for the pang, but it was so mild it could have been wind They look well suited.My mother stood there for a moment, watching him Hes not a bad sort, Lou You just changed She handed me a mug and turned away.Finally, on the morning he stopped to do push ups on the pavement outside the house, I opened the front door and stepped out I leaned against the porch, my arms folded across my chest, watching until he looked up.I wouldnt stop there for too long Next doors dog is a bit partial to that bit of pavement.Lou he exclaimed, as if I were the very last person he expected to see standing outside my own house, which he had visited several times a week for the seven years we had been together Well I Im surprised to see you back I thought you were off to conquer the big wide world His fiance, who was doing push ups beside him, looked up and then back down at the pavement It might have been my imagination, but her buttocks may have clenched even tightly Up, down, she bobbed, furiously Up and down I found myself worrying slightly for the welfare of her new bosom.He bounced to his feet This is Caroline, my fiance He kept his eyes on me, perhaps waiting for some kind of reaction Were training for the next Ironman Weve done two together already.How romantic, I said.Well, Caroline and I feel its good to do things together, he said.So I see, I replied And his and hers turquoise Lycra Oh Yeah Team colors.There was a short silence.I gave a little air punch Go, team Caroline sprang to her feet and began to stretch out her thigh muscles, folding her leg behind her like a stork She nodded toward me, the least civility she could reasonably get away with.Youve lost weight, he said.Yeah, well A saline drip diet will do that to you.I heard you had an accident He cocked his head sideways, sympathetically.News travels fast.Still Im glad youre okay He sniffed, looked down the road It must have been hard for you this past year You know Doing what you did and all.And there it was I tried to keep control of my breathing Caroline resolutely refused to look at me, extending her leg in a hamstring stretch.Anyway congratulations on the marriage.He surveyed his future wife proudly, lost in admiration of her sinewy leg Well, its like they sayyou just know when you know He gave me a faux apologetic smile And that was what finished me off.Im sure you did And I guess youve got plenty put aside to pay for the wedding Theyre not cheap, are they They both looked up at me.What with selling my story to the newspapers What did they pay you, Pat A couple of thousand Treena never could find out the exact figure Still, Wills death should be good for a few matching Lycra onesies, right The way Carolines face shot toward his told me this was one particular part of Patricks history that he had not yet gotten around to sharing.He stared at me, two pinpricks of color bleeding onto his face That was nothing to do with me.Of course not Nice to see you, anyway, Pat Good luck with the wedding, Caroline Im sure youll be the the firmest bride around I turned and walked slowly back inside I closed the door, resting against it, my heart thumping, until I could be sure that they had both finally jogged on.Arse, said Granddad as I limped back into the living room, and then again, glancing dismissively at the window Arse He chuckled.I stared at him And then, completely unexpectedly, I found I had started to laugh, for the first time in as long as I could remember.So did you decide what youre going to do When youre better I was lying on my bed Treena was calling from college, while she waited for Thomas to come out of his football club I stared up at the ceiling, on which Thomas had stuck a whole galaxy of Day Glo stickers that apparently nobody could remove without bringing half the ceiling with them.Not really.Youve got to do something You cant sit around here on your backside for all eternity.I wont sit on my backside Besides, my hip still hurts The physio said Im better off lying down.Mum and Dad are wondering what youre going to do There are no jobs in Stortfold.Treen, I just fell off a building Im recuperating.And before that you were wafting around traveling And then you were working in a bar until you knew what you wanted to do Youll have to sort out your head at some point If youre not going back to school, then you have to figure out what it is youre actually going to do with your life Im just saying Anyway, if youre going to stay in Stortfold, you need to rent out that London flat Mum and Dad cant support you forever.This from the woman who has been supported by the Bank of Mum and Dad for the past eight years.Im in full time education Thats different So anyway, I went through your bank statements while you were in hospital and after I paid all your bills, I worked out that youve got about fifteen hundred pounds left, including statutory sick pay By the way, what the hell were all those transatlantic phone calls They cost you a fortune.None of your business.So I made you a list of estate agents in the area who do rentals And then I thought maybe we could take another look at college applications Someone might have dropped out of that course you wanted.Treen Youre making me tired.No point hanging around Youll feel better once youve got some focus.For all that it was annoying, there was also something reassuring about my sister nagging at me Nobody else dared to It was as if my parents still believed there was something very wrong at the heart of me, and that I must be treated with kid gloves Mum laid out my washing, neatly folded, on the end of my bed and cooked me three meals a day, and when I caught her watching me she would smile, an awkward half smile, which covered everything we didnt want to say to each other Dad took me to my physio appointments and sat beside me on the sofa to watch television and didnt even take the Mickey out of me Treen was the only one who treated me like she always had.You know what Im going to say, dont you I turned over onto my side, wincing.I do And dont.Well, you know what Will would have said You had a deal You cant back out of it.Okay Thats it, Treen Were done with this conversation.Fine Thoms just coming out of the changing rooms See you Friday she said, as if we had just been talking about music or where she was going on holiday, or soap.And I was left staring at the ceiling. You had a deal.Yeah And look how that turned out.For all Treen moaned at me, in the weeks that had passed since Id come home I had made some progress Id stopped using the cane, which had made me feel around eighty nine years old, and which I had managed to leave behind in almost every place Id visited since coming home Most mornings I took Granddad for a walk around the park, at Mums request The doctor had instructed him to take daily exercise but when she had followed him one day she had found he was simply walking to the corner shop to buy a bumper pack of pork rinds and then eating them on a slow walk home again.We walked slowly, both of us with a limp, and neither of us with any real place to be.Mum kept suggesting we do the grounds of the castle for a change of scene, but I ignored her, and as the gate shut behind us each morning Granddad nodded firmly in the direction of the park anyway It wasnt just because this way was shorter, or closer to the betting shop I think he knew I didnt want to go back there I wasnt ready I wasnt sure I would ever be ready.We did two slow circuits of the duck pond, and sat on a bench in the watery spring sunshine and watched the toddlers and their parents feeding the fat ducks, and the teenagers smoking and yelling and whacking each other in the helpless combat of early courtship We took a stroll over to the bookies so Granddad could lose three pounds on an each way bet on a horse called Wag the Dog Then as he crumpled up his betting slip and threw it in the bin, I said Id buy him a jam doughnut from the supermarket.Oh fat, he said, as we stood in the bakery section.I frowned at him.Oh fat, he said, pointing at our doughnuts, and laughed.Oh Yup Thats what well tell Mum Low fat doughnuts.Mum said his new medication made him giggly I had decided there were worse things that could happen to you.Granddad was still giggling at his own joke as we queued up at the checkout I kept my head down, digging in my pockets for change I was thinking about whether I would help Dad with the garden that weekend So it took a minute to grasp what was being said in whispers behind me.Its the guilt They say she tried to jump off a block of flats.Well, you would, wouldnt you I know I couldnt live with myself.Im surprised she can show her face around here.I stood very still, my hands rigid in my pockets.You know poor Josie Clark is still mortified She takes confession every single week and you know that woman is as blameless as a line of clean laundry.Granddad was pointing at the doughnuts and mouthing oh fat at the checkout girl.She smiled politely Eighty six pence, please.The Traynors have never been the same.Well, it destroyed them, didnt it Eighty six pence, please.It took me several seconds to register that the checkout girl was looking at me, waiting I pulled a handful of coins from my pocket My fingers fumbled as I tried to sort through them.Youd think Josie wouldnt dare leave her in sole charge of her granddaddy, wouldnt you You dont think shedWell, you dont know Shes done it the once, after allMy cheeks were flaming My money clattered onto the counter Granddad was still repeating, Oh fat Oh fat at the bemused checkout girl, waiting for her to get the joke I pulled at his sleeve Come on, Granddad, we have to go.Oh fat, he insisted, again.Right She said, and smiled kindly. Please, Granddad I felt hot and dizzy, like I might faint They might have still been talking but my ears were ringing so loudly I couldnt tell.Bye bye, he said.Bye then, said the girl.Nice, said Granddad as we emerged into the sunlight Then, looking at me Why you crying So here is the thing about being involved in a catastrophic, life changing event You think its just the catastrophic, life changing event that youre going to have to deal with the flashbacks, the sleepless nights, the endless running back over events in your head, asking yourself if you had done the right thing, said the things you should have said, whether you could have changed things had you done them even a degree differently.My mother had told me that being there with Will at the end would affect the rest of my life, and I had thought she meant me, psychologically I thought she meant the guilt I would have to learn to get over, the grief, the insomnia, the weird, inappropriate bursts of anger, the endless internal dialogue with someone who wasnt even there But what I now discovered is that it wasnt just me I had become that person and in a digital age I would be that person forever It was in that faint swivel of heads when you walked through a busy street Is that Even if I managed to wipe the whole thing from my memory, I would never be allowed to disassociate from Wills death My name would always be tied to his People would form judgments about me based on the most cursory knowledgeor sometimes no knowledge at alland there was nothing I could do about it.I cut my hair into a bob I changed the way I dressed, bagged up everything that had ever made me distinctive, and stuffed those bags into the back of my wardrobe I adopted Treenas uniform of jeans and a generic tee Now, when I read newspaper stories about the bank teller who had stolen a fortune, the woman who had killed her child, the sibling who had disappeared, I found myself not shuddering in horror, as I once might have, but wondering instead at the part of the story that hadnt made it into print.What I felt with them was a weird kinship I was tainted The world around me knew it Worse, I had started to know it too.I tucked what remained of my dark hair into a beanie and put on my sunglasses and then I walked to the library, doing everything I could not to let my limp show, even though it made my jaw ache with concentration.Praise forAFTER YOU Jojo Moyes has a hit with AFTER YOU USA TodayThe genius of Moyes is that she peers deftly into class issues, social s and complicated relationships that raise as many questions as they answer And yet, there is always resolution It s not always easy, it s not always perfect, it s sometimes messy and not completely satisfying But sometimes it is.Bobbi Dumas, N PRThink Elizabeth Bennet after Darcy s eventual death Alice after Gertrude Wilbur after Charlotte The aftermath is a subject most writers understandably avoid, but Moyes has tackled it and given readers an affecting, even 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    • Format Kindle
    • 384 pages
    • 0143108867
    • After You: A Novel
    • Jojo Moyes
    • Anglais
    • 2017-02-27T18:42+02:00