The Wedding Day by Catherine Alliott

Author:Catherine Alliott [Alliott, Catherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781405620840
Google: 9LTXAAAACAAJ
Amazon: 0747267235
Publisher: BBC Audiobooks
Published: 2005-01-14T08:00:00+00:00

chapter fifteen

I stared at her, horrified. 'Think? What d'you mean, think?’

She collapsed on my arm. 'Oh Annie, it's awful,' she sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks. 'I got so horribly drunk, and you know me, I've never been drunk, never!’

It was true, she hadn't. Hardly touched a drop.

‘And - and Theo, well, he led me away, up the dunes, and I was so excited. It was so exactly what I'd wanted, what I'd fantasised about for ages, and he kept pouring me drinks - he had a bottle of vodka and some orange juice - and the thing was, we could see you all, sitting by the fire, happy and singing, and the children were fine and no one seemed to have missed us, so we crept even further away, giggling and holding hands like a couple of teenagers, right up on to the golf course. And it was so dark and thrilling and - oh I felt such a rush, Annie! I felt so brave, so young, and, oh God, I was so pissed! And Theo kept pouring more and more liquor down me, and then we found this bunker—'

‘A bunker!'

‘Yes, and we lay down in it - collapsed into it - and then he was all over me. His hands were everywhere, and—'

‘Er, Clare?' I jerked my head, alarmed, at Matt, but she was unstoppable.

‘And I remember him taking off my bra top - I still had this ghastly bikini on - and I kept giggling and thinking it was terribly thrilling and romantic, and he had his face buried in my bosoms going "brrrmmmmm" ' - she vibrated her lips - 'like that, and sort of batting them from side to side, calling them my fun-bags and jelly buns, and I was joining in and—'

‘I'm out of here,' muttered Matt, holding up his hands and turning away.

‘Clare, for God's sake!' I hissed. I shook her arm. God, her breath! I took a step back. 'What on earth were you thinking of!'

‘And there we were lying in this bunker,' she gasped, 'and rolling around and kissing and, oh God, I don't remember if he took his trousers off, and I don't know what happened to my sarong but it's all torn and - I just don't know!' she wailed, wringing her hands.

‘Clare, what are you saying?' I said, aghast. I held her shoulders and shook her. 'Of course you'd know! You'd remember if you slept with a man, for crying out loud, and your clothes were all over the place, so - presumably you did!'

‘Presumably I did,' she sobbed, raking her hands desperately through her hair, 'but the next thing I knew, I was being shaken awake by Michael, in the back garden!'

‘Michael found you in the garden?'

‘Yes, at four o'clock this morning! Oh God, Annie, and everyone knows, literally everyone. What am I going to do?’

I turned away, dumbstruck for a moment. Then I swung back to her.

‘And you can't remember how you got there?'

‘Well, I vaguely

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