Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

television?’
‘No,’ said Will. ‘I had each way on you seeing Running Man down at the
track.’
Nathan released Will’s leg. He pulled Will’s arm straight and began massaging
it from the wrist up.
‘What if I said I was actually doing something completely different?’
‘But you never do,’ Nathan said.
‘Actually, I’ll have that.’ I plucked the tenner from Will’s hand. ‘Because
tonight you’re wrong.’
‘You said you were going to read your book!’ he protested.
‘Now I have this,’ I said, brandishing the ten-pound note. ‘I’ll be going to the
pictures. So there. Law of unintended consequences, or whatever it is you call
it.’
I stood up, pocketed the money, and shoved the remains of my lunch into its
brown paper bag. I was smiling as I walked away from them but, weirdly, and
for no reason that I could immediately understand, my eyes were prickling with
tears.
I had spent an hour working on the calendar before coming to Granta House
that morning. Some days I just sat and stared at it from my bed, magic marker in
hand, trying to work out what I could take Will to. I wasn’t yet convinced that I
could get Will to go much further afield, and even with Nathan’s help the
thought of an overnight visit seemed daunting.
I scanned the local paper, glancing at football matches and village fêtes, but
was afraid after the racing debacle that Will’s chair might get stuck in the grass. I
was concerned that crowds might leave him feeling exposed. I had to rule out all
horse-related activities, which in an area like ours meant a surprising amount of
outdoor stuff. I knew he wouldn’t want to watch Patrick running, and cricket and
rugby left him cold. Some days I felt crippled by my own inability to think up
new ideas.
Perhaps Will and Nathan were right. Perhaps I was boring. Perhaps I was the
least well-equipped person in the world to try to come up with things that might
inflame Will’s appetite for life.
A book, or the television.
Put like that, it was hard to believe any differently.