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Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

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‘You two had a row?’ he asked me one day in the kitchen, as I unpacked the

groceries.

‘You’d better ask him,’ I said.

‘That’s exactly what he said.’

He looked at me sideways, and disappeared into the bathroom to unlock Will’s

medical cabinet.

Meanwhile, I’d lasted three days after Michael Lawler’s visit before I rang

Mrs Traynor. I asked if we could meet somewhere other than her house, and we

agreed on a little cafe that had opened in the grounds of the castle. The same

cafe, ironically, that had cost me my job.

It was a much smarter affair than The Buttered Bun – all limed oak and

bleached wood tables and chairs. It sold home-made soup full of actual

vegetables, and fancy cakes. And you couldn’t buy a normal coffee, only lattes,

cappuccinos and macchiatos. There were no builders, or girls from the

hairdresser’s. I sat nursing my tea, and wondered about the Dandelion Lady and

whether she would feel comfortable enough to sit in here and read a newspaper

all morning.

‘Louisa, I’m sorry I’m late.’ Camilla Traynor entered briskly, her handbag

tucked under her arm, dressed in a grey silk shirt and navy trousers.

I fought the urge to stand up. There was never a time when I spoke to her that

I didn’t still feel like I was engaged in some kind of interview.

‘I was held up in court.’

‘Sorry. To get you out of work, I mean. I just … well, I wasn’t sure it could

wait.’

She held up a hand, and mouthed something at the waitress, who within

seconds had brought her a cappuccino. Then she sat across from me. I felt her

gaze like I was transparent.

‘Will had a lawyer come to the house,’ I said. ‘I found out he is a specialist in

wills and probate.’ I couldn’t think of any gentler way to open the conversation.

She looked like I’d just smacked her in the face. I realized, too late, that she

might actually have thought I’d have something good to tell her.

‘A lawyer? Are you sure?’

‘I looked him up on the internet. He’s based in Regent Street. In London,’ I

added unnecessarily. ‘His name is Michael Lawler.’

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