I Heart Christmas by Kelk Lindsey

Author:Kelk, Lindsey [Kelk, Lindsey]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9780007501526
Google: cX4lAAAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00C0U7GKK
Goodreads: 18361982
Publisher: Harper
Published: 2013-01-01T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

‘Angela, I think I’m dying.’

‘You’re not dying.’

‘I am, I think I’m dying.’

I glared at my best friend. She didn’t look well but she was definitely still in the land of the living. Just.

For the briefest of moments, just before I’d slid underneath the crappy guest duvet the night before, I’d imagined that I might get a lie-in on Friday morning. Louisa had passed out the second I got her into bed and poured two Advil and a pint of water down her throat (she hadn’t even woken when I scrubbed her face clean with three face wipes. I was a sort of good friend), I finally had a whole day off and we were going to Christmas the shit out of the city. But no.

For the last twenty minutes, we’d been perched on a bench in Central Park watching Grace chase some very hardy squirrels while the sky tried to snow and Louisa tried not to throw up. I couldn’t believe there was anything left inside her. I had given up trying to sleep and had moved into the bathroom to be on hair-holding duties at about six a.m. when she’d decided to bring up everything she’d eaten or drunk since she’d arrived. Despite my best efforts to persuade him otherwise, Alex had excused himself from spending the day with me to get on with the packing. While I was sad, I knew I couldn’t really kick his ass – we did have to move after all. I just wished that I could have had my one perfect New York Christmas day.

Instead, I’d ridden in a cab on the way into Manhattan, while Louisa held her head out of the window like a bandana-wearing dog, clutching a sick bag made out of three Duane Reade bags ‘just in case’. It was all very traumatic, mostly for me. Grace seemed to find ‘silly mummy’ hilarious. Silly mummy was struggling to raise a chuckle.

‘Do you want some water?’ I asked, delving deep into my bag, rummaging through the assorted bits and pieces I’d collected on our way up to the park. ‘Or orange juice? Or Pepsi? Or a biscuit?’

Traditionally, poorly Louisa required options. And I often required biscuits.

‘Can I take more headache tablets yet?’ she asked, loosening the scarf around her neck as I tightened mine. I recognised the post-pukey sweats and while I sympathised, I didn’t want to have to explain to Gracie that mummy popped her clogs a week before Christmas because Auntie Jenny had the constitution of an ox and the liver of post-mortem Oliver Reed whereas mummy, it seemed, did not.

‘No, it’s only been two hours,’ I replied, shaking the bag to locate the Advil. God help me if we’d lost the Advil. ‘Have some water.’

Reluctantly, she did as she was told, happy to have an excuse to remove her leather gloves (technically my leather gloves), and sipped teeny tiny drops of water. While Louisa gathered herself, I looked around the park. New York really excelled itself when it came to Christmas.

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