Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

She glanced over her shoulder at me. ‘Does Mum want me?’ she said. She
glanced up at the clock. ‘I thought she was going to do Thomas’s tea.’
‘She is. He’s having fish fingers.’
She looked at me, then removed the glasses. ‘You okay? You look like shit.’
‘So do you.’
‘I know. I went on this stupid detox diet. It’s given me hives.’ She reached a
hand up to her chin.
‘You don’t need to diet.’
‘Yeah. Well … there’s this bloke I like in Accountancy 2. I thought I might
start making the effort. Huge hives all over your face is always a good look,
right?’
I sat down on the bed. It was my duvet cover. I had known Patrick would hate
it, with its crazy geometric pattern. I was surprised Katrina didn’t.
She closed her book, and leant back in her chair. ‘So what’s going on?’
I bit my lip, until she asked me again.
‘Treen, do you think I could retrain?’
‘Retrain? As what?’
‘I don’t know. Something to do with fashion. Design. Or maybe just tailoring.’
‘Well … there are definitely courses. I’m pretty sure my uni has one. I could
look it up, if you want.’
‘But would they take people like me? People who don’t have qualifications?’
She threw her pen up in the air and caught it. ‘Oh, they love mature students.
Especially mature students with a proven work ethic. You might have to do a
conversion course, but I don’t see why not. Why? What’s going on?’
‘I don’t know. It’s just something Will said a while back. About … about what
I should do with my life.’
‘And?’
‘And I keep thinking … maybe it’s time I did what you’re doing. Now that
Dad can support himself again, maybe you’re not the only one capable of
making something of herself?’
‘You’d have to pay.’
‘I know. I’ve been saving.’
‘I think it’s probably a bit more than you’ve managed to save.’