Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

care, but I couldn’t help it. The thought of those guests looking down on both of
us was already tying my stomach in knots.
I didn’t say anything to Will, but I was afraid for him. Going to the wedding
of an ex seemed a masochistic act at the best of times, but to go to a public
gathering, one that would be full of his old friends and work colleagues, to watch
her marry his former friend, seemed to me a sure-fire route to depression. I tried
to suggest as much the day before we left, but he brushed it off.
‘If I’m not worried about it, Clark, I don’t think you should be,’ he said.
I rang Treena and told her.
‘Check his wheelchair for anthrax and ammunition,’ was all she said.
‘It’s the first time I’ve got him a proper distance from home and it’s going to
be a bloody disaster.’
‘Maybe he just wants to remind himself that there are worse things than
dying?’
‘Funny.’
Her mind was only half on our phone call. She was preparing for a week’s
residential course for ‘potential future business leaders’, and needed Mum and
me to look after Thomas. It was going to be fantastic, she said. Some of the top
names in industry would be there. Her tutor had put her forward and she was the
only person on the whole course who didn’t have to pay her own fees. I could
tell that, as she spoke to me, she was also doing something on a computer. I
could hear her fingers on the keyboard.
‘Nice for you,’ I said.
‘It’s in some college at Oxford. Not even the ex-poly. The actual “dreaming
spires” Oxford.’
‘Great.’
She paused for a moment. ‘He’s not suicidal, is he?’
‘Will? No more than usual.’
‘Well, that’s something.’ I heard the ping of an email.
‘I’d better go, Treen.’
‘Okay. Have fun. Oh, and don’t wear that red dress. It shows way too much
cleavage.’