PS, I Love You. Cecelia Ahern

darling, I’ll just take down the one of you making your Holy Communion and replace it with that,’ Elizabeth said sarcastically.

      ‘Well, I don’t know which one would be scarier,’ said Declan.

      ‘Holly, what are you doing for your birthday?’ asked Abbey, leaning across towards her. She was clearly dying to get out of the conversation she was having with Richard.

      ‘Oh, that’s right!’ shouted Ciara. ‘You’re gonna be thirty next week!’

      ‘I’m not doing anything big at all,’ she warned everyone. ‘I don’t want any surprise party or anything, PLEASE.’

      ‘Oh, you have to—’ said Ciara.

      ‘No, she doesn’t have to if she doesn’t want to,’ her father interrupted, and winked supportively at Holly.

      ‘Thank you, Dad. I’m just going to have a girly night out clubbing or something. Nothing mad, nothing wild.’

      Richard tutted as the photograph reached him and passed it on to his father, who chuckled to himself over the sight of Ciara.

      ‘Yes, I agree with you, Holly,’ said Richard, ‘those birthday celebrations are always a bit embarrassing. Grown adults acting like children, doing “Rock the boat” on the floor and drinking far too much. You’re quite right.’

      ‘Well, I actually quite enjoy those parties, Richard,’ Holly shot back, ‘but I just don’t feel in the celebratory mood this year, that’s all.’

      There was a silence for a moment before Ciara piped up, ‘A girly night it is then.’

      ‘Can I tag along with the camera?’ asked Declan.

      ‘For what?’

      ‘Just for some footage of clubs and stuff for college.’

      ‘Well, if it’ll help … but as long as you know I won’t be going to all the trendy places that you like.’

      ‘No, I don’t mind where you g— OW!’ he shouted, and stared menacingly at Timothy.

      Timmy stuck his tongue out at him and the conversation continued. After the main course was finished Ciara disappeared out of the room, returned with a bulging bag in her hand and announced, ‘Presents!’

      Timmy and Emily cheered. Holly hoped that Ciara had remembered to get them something.

      Her father received a colourfully painted boomerang that he pretended to throw down to his wife; Richard was given a T-shirt with the map of Australia on it, which he immediately began to teach to Timmy and Emily at the table; Meredith quite comically wasn’t given anything; Jack and Declan were given T-shirts with perverted pictures and a caption saying, ‘I’ve been to the bush’, and Elizabeth received a collection of old aboriginal recipes. Holly was touched by her dream catcher made from brightly coloured feathers and sticks.

      ‘So all your dreams come true,’ Ciara whispered in her ear before kissing her on the cheek.

      Thankfully Ciara had bought sweets for Timmy and Emily, which looked strangely like the sweets they could buy from the local shop. These were briskly taken away by Richard and Meredith, who claimed they would rot their teeth.

      ‘Well, give them back then so I can rot my own,’ Ciara demanded.

      Timmy and Emily looked around sadly at everyone’s presents and were immediately chastised by Richard for not concentrating on the map of Australia. Timmy made a face at Holly and a warm feeling returned to her heart. As long as the kids kept acting as if they deserved their treatment, that was OK with her.

      ‘Right, we better hit the road, Richard, or the children will fall asleep where they sit,’ announced Meredith. The children were wide awake and were kicking Holly and Declan repeatedly under the table.

      ‘Well, before everybody goes disappearing –’ Holly’s father announced loudly over the chatter. The table grew silent – ‘I would like to propose a toast to our beautiful daughter Ciara.’ He smiled at her and Ciara lapped up all the attention. ‘We missed you, love, and we’re glad you’re home safely,’ Frank finished. He lifted his glass into the air. ‘To Ciara!’

      ‘To Ciara!’ everyone repeated.

      As soon as the door closed behind Richard and Meredith everyone else began to leave one by one. Holly stepped into the chilly air and walked to her car alone. Her mum and dad stood at the door waving her off but she still felt so lonely. Usually she left dinner parties with Gerry, or if not with him then she was returning home to him. But not tonight or the next night or the night after that.

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      On her birthday, Holly stood in front of the full-length mirror and inspected herself. She had carried out Gerry’s orders and had purchased a new outfit. What for, she didn’t know but several times a day she had to drag herself away from the temptation of opening the envelope for May. There were only two days left until she could and the anticipation left her no room to think of anything else.

      She had settled on wearing an all-black outfit to suit her current mood. Black fitted trousers slimmed her legs and were tailored perfectly to sit over her black boots. A black corset that made her look like she had a bigger chest finished the outfit off perfectly. Leo had done a wonderful job on her hair, tying it up and allowing strands to fall in loose waves around her shoulders. Holly ran her fingers through her hair and smiled at the memory of her time at the hairdressers …

      She had arrived at the salon with her face flushed, and out of breath. ‘Oh, I’m so sorry, Leo. I got caught on the phone and didn’t realise the time.’

      ‘Don’t worry, love. Whenever you make an appointment I have the staff trained to pencil it in for half an hour later. COLIN!’ he yelled, clicking his fingers in the air.

      Colin dropped everything and ran.

      ‘God, are you taking horse tranquillisers or something? The length of your hair already, and I just cut it a few weeks ago.’

      He pumped vigorously on the chair, raising Holly higher. ‘Anything special tonight?’ he asked.

      ‘The big three-0,’ she said, biting her lip.

      ‘What’s that, your local bus route?’

      ‘No! I’m the big three-0!’

      ‘Of course I knew that, love. COLIN!’ he yelled again, snapping his fingers in the air once more.

      Colin appeared from the staff room behind Holly with a cake in his hand, followed by a row of hairdressers joining Leo in a chorus of ‘Happy Birthday’. Holly was dumbfounded. She battled the tears that were welling in her eyes and failed miserably. By this stage the entire salon had joined in and Holly was so overwhelmed by their show of love. When it was over everyone applauded and normal business resumed.

      Holly couldn’t speak.

      ‘Christ Almighty, Holly, one week you’re in here laughing so hard you practically fall off your chair and the next visit you’re crying!’

      ‘Oh, but that was just so special, Leo, thank you,’ she said, drying her eyes and giving him a huge hug and a kiss.

      ‘Well, I had to get you back after you mortified me,’ he said, shrugging her off, uncomfortable with the sentimentality.

      Holly laughed, remembering Leo’s surprise fiftieth birthday party. The theme had been ‘feathers and lace’. Holly had worn a beautiful tight-fitting lace dress, and Gerry, who was always game for a laugh, had worn a pink feather boa to match his pink shirt and tie. Leo claimed to have been excruciatingly embarrassed but everyone knew he was secretly delighted with all the attention. The next day, Leo had rung every guest who had attended the party and left a threatening message on their machine. Holly had been terrified to make an appointment with him for weeks after that in case he butchered