Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

As we walked past the tourist car park I saw her glance under her brim at the
Traynors’ house. It stood, elegant and red-brick, its tall blank windows
disguising whatever life-changing drama was being played out in there, perhaps
even at this moment.
‘You could go and talk to him, you know,’ I said. ‘I’ll wait here for you.’
She looked at the ground, folded her arms across her chest, and we kept
walking. ‘There’s no point,’ she said. I knew the other bit, the bit she didn’t say
aloud. He’s probably not even there.
We did a slow circuit of the castle, watching Thomas roll down the steep parts
of the hill, feeding the ducks that by this stage in the season were so well stuffed
they could barely be bothered to come over for mere bread. I watched my sister
as we walked, seeing her brown back exposed by her halter-neck top, her
stooped shoulders, and I realized that even if she didn’t know it yet, everything
had changed for her. She wouldn’t stay here now, no matter what happened with
Will Traynor. She had an air about her, a new air of knowledge, of things seen,
places she had been. My sister finally had new horizons.
‘Oh,’ I said, as we headed back towards the gates, ‘you got a letter. From the
college, while you were away. Sorry – I opened it. I thought it must be for me.’
‘You opened it?’
I had been hoping it was extra grant money.
‘You got an interview.’
She blinked, as if receiving news from some long-distant past.
‘Yeah. And the big news is, it’s tomorrow,’ I said. ‘So I thought maybe we
should go over some possible questions tonight.’
She shook her head. ‘I can’t go to an interview tomorrow.’
‘What else are you going to do?’
‘I can’t, Treen,’ she said, sorrowfully. ‘How am I supposed to think about
anything at a time like this?’
‘Listen, Lou. They don’t give interviews out like bread for ducks, you eejit.
This is a big deal. They know you’re a mature student, you’re applying at the
wrong time of year, and they’re still going to see you. You can’t muck them
around.’
‘I don’t care. I can’t think about it.’
‘But you –’