Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

‘Was he with someone?’
I put the last peg back in the peg bag. I rolled it up, and placed it in the empty
laundry basket. I turned to him.
‘Yes.’
‘A woman.’
‘Yes.’
‘Red-haired?’
‘Yes.’
Will thought about this for a minute.
‘I’m sorry if you think I should have told you,’ I said. ‘But it … it didn’t seem
like my business.’
‘And it’s never an easy conversation to have.’
‘No.’
‘If it’s any consolation, Clark, it’s not the first time,’ he said, and headed back
into the house.
Deirdre Bellows said my name twice before I looked up. I was scribbling in my
notepad, place names and question marks, pros and cons, and I had pretty much
forgotten I was even on a bus. I was trying to work out a way of getting Will to
the theatre. There was only one within two hours’ drive, and it was showing
Oklahoma! It was hard to imagine Will nodding along to ‘Oh What A Beautiful
Morning’, but all the serious theatre was in London. And London still seemed
like an impossibility.
Basically, I could now get Will out of the house, but we had pretty much
reached the end of what was available within an hour’s radius, and I had no idea
how to get him to go further.
‘In your own little world, eh, Louisa?’
‘Oh. Hi, Deirdre.’ I scooched over on the seat to make room for her.
Deirdre had been friends with Mum since they were girls. She owned a softfurnishings
shop and had been divorced three times. She possessed hair thick
enough to be a wig, and a fleshy, sad face that looked like she was still dreaming
wistfully of the white knight who would come and sweep her away.
‘I don’t normally get the bus but my car’s in for a service. How are you? Your
mum told me all about your job. Sounds very interesting.’