Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

‘More than I do?’
‘When I had a nightmare or was sad or frightened about something, he used to
sing me … ’ I started to laugh. ‘Oh … I can’t.’
‘Go on.’
‘He used to sing me the “Molahonkey Song”.’
‘The what?’
‘The “Molahonkey Song”. I used to think everyone knew it.’
‘Trust me, Clark,’ he murmured, ‘I am a Molahonkey virgin.’
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and began to sing.
I wi-li-lished I li-li-lived in Molahonkey la-la-land
The la-la-land where I-li-li was bo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lorn
So I-li-li could play-la-lay my o-lo-lold banjo-lo-lo
My o-lo-lold ban-jo-lo-lo won’t go-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo.
‘Jesus Christ.’
I took another breath.
I too-lo-look it to-lo-lo the me-le-lender’s sho-lo-lop to
See-lee-lee what they-le-ley could do-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
They sai-lai-laid to me-le-le your stri-li-lings are sho-lo-lot
They’re no-lo-lo more u-lu-luse to you-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-loo.
There was a short silence.
‘You are insane. Your whole family is insane.’
‘But it worked.’
‘And you are a God-awful singer. I hope your dad was better.’
‘I think what you meant to say was, “Thank you, Miss Clark, for attempting to
entertain me.”’
‘I suppose it makes about as much sense as most of the psychotherapeutic
help I’ve received. Okay, Clark,’ he said, ‘tell me something else. Something that
doesn’t involve singing.’
I thought for a bit.
‘Um … okay, well … you were looking at my shoes the other day?’
‘Hard not to.’
‘Well, my mum can date my unusual shoe thing back to when I was three. She
bought me a pair of bright-turquoise glittery wellies – they were quite unusual
back then – kids used to just have those green ones, or maybe red if you were