The Ones Who Are Buried by Kerry Wilkinson

Author:Kerry Wilkinson [Wilkinson, Kerry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781837901371
Published: 2023-04-16T16:00:00+00:00

She wanted something lighter. Craved something less serious.

A door opened somewhere along the hall, so Millie shoved the papers back into the bin and was back on the stool as Sharon bundled her way back into the ‘boujee room’.

‘So did you think about it?’ she asked, as if she’d never left.

Millie needed a second to remember what they’d been talking about. ‘I can’t plan your event,’ she said. ‘I don’t do that now. It was my old job. I gave it up a while back. I did tell you that…’

Sharon raised a single, plucked eyebrow, as if she didn’t recall any of that. ‘What do you do now?’

‘I run a dog grooming business and write a few pieces about local people and local stories.’

Sharon made a low humming noise. ‘Don’t take this the wrong way,’ she said. ‘But that sounds a bit… lame. Why not come work with me? We can relaunch my brand together. Obviously it’ll be my name all over it – but I’ll tell people you were there.’ She stopped, looking Millie up and down, and then added: ‘No offence, but nobody knows who you are.’

As usual when somebody casually threw in a ‘no offence’, there was clear and probably deliberate offence.

Millie bit her lip both metaphorically and actually. The truth was, people in Whitecliff did know who she was – and she’d have preferred it if that wasn’t the case. Also, even if she did have the mildest interest in Sharon’s proposal, if it could be called that, she wasn’t entirely clear what the other woman’s brand actually was.

‘It’ll give you the chance to get back into a real job,’ Sharon continued. ‘You must be missing all the famous people you used to work with?’

‘Not really,’ Millie replied. ‘And they weren’t that famous. I usually dealt with the agents and talent bookers.’ As she was speaking, it suddenly occurred to Millie that Sharon was a couple of years younger than Zoe, who was already younger than Millie herself. She might be the right age… Before Sharon could utter any more nonsense, Millie continued: ‘Did you grow up in Whitecliff?’

Sharon had started to say something about how many followers she had online but cut herself off when she realised she’d been asked a question.

‘Haven’t you seen the video?’ she replied. ‘I did a walk-around for my followers. Showed them a few places from where I grew up.’

‘Did you go to Whitecliff Primary?’

‘Everyone went there, didn’t they?’

‘Were you taught by Mr Ashworth…?’

Something changed at the mention of that name. Sharon had been playing with her hair but she let it fall and, for the first time since Millie had arrived, she put down her phone. And then, unexpectedly, a smile slipped across her face.

‘He was my form tutor,’ she said. ‘He was so nice. There was this one boy who used to pick on me – but Mr Ashworth saw it happening once and made him sit at the front of the class. He told me I could go to him if I ever had a problem.

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