You're the one that I don't want by Alexandra Potter

Author:Alexandra Potter [Alexandra Potter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Roman
ISBN: 9780340954133
Published: 2010-08-04T22:00:00+00:00

‘You’re home early.’

I arrive back at the apartment to find Robyn sitting cross-legged on the floor of the living room, surrounded by piles of magazines.

‘Yeah.’ I nod glumly, plopping myself on to the sofa.

‘How’s your ankle?’

‘Painful.’ I wince, slipping off my sandal and rubbing my ankle. It’s gone all puffy and a large purple bruise is starting to form.

‘I’ve got some arnica gel for that.’ Scrabbling around on the coffee table, on which more magazines are strewn, she unearths a tube. ‘Rub it on three times a day and you’ll be as good as new,’ she instructs, passing it to me.

‘Thanks.’ I smile gratefully, then watch as she grabs a pair of scissors and starts attacking a magazine. ‘What are you doing?’ I ask curiously.

‘Making a vision board.’ She holds up a large piece of foam board on which she’s pasted various magazine cuttings. There’s a chocolate-box country cottage with roses around the door, some rosy-cheeked children, a couple of rescue dogs that look similar to Simon and Jenny. Across the top she’s cut out letters that spell the words ‘Harold’ and ‘soulmate’.

‘I thought you’d done one of those already.’

‘It didn’t work, so I’m doing another one,’ she says matter-of-factly.

I pause. I’m sure there’s logic in there somewhere.

‘This is the house I want to live in. These are all the children I’m going to have.’ She starts pointing to the various pictures. ‘These are my dogs.’

‘And where’s Harold?’ I ask, playing along.

‘Well, that’s the thing – I can’t quite decide. What do you think about this one?’ She holds up a magazine, which is turned to an advertisement for aftershave, featuring a tall, dark-haired man in a suit.

‘Er, yeah, he looks fine.’ I nod, trying not to think about what we’re actually discussing here.

‘Oh good. I think so too.’ She grabs the scissors and energetically cuts him out. Reaching for her Pritt Stick, she glues him slap bang in the middle of the board.

‘You’ve cut out his face,’ I point out, looking at the stranger, who now has a blank space where his face should be.

‘Of course.’ She nods, as if that’s absolutely normal and not verging on serial-killer behaviour. ‘We don’t know what Harold looks like yet, do we?’ Wielding her scissors, she continues flicking through the magazine. ‘So I’ll leave it empty until I do.’ She glances up at me, bits of paper sticking to her hair, making her look like a crazy woman. ‘It makes perfect sense.’

‘Right, yes, perfect sense,’ I agree, somewhat dubiously.

‘Oh by the way, I’ve just remembered I’ve got something for you.’ Rummaging around under all the magazines, she unearths an envelope. ‘Theatre tickets!’

‘Wow, that’s great, thanks.’ I smile, taking them from her.

‘Who are going to take with you?’ she asks, trying to sound nonchalant.

I hesitate. I know she still thinks I should take Nate, especially after what happened in the gym, which she declared was a ‘sign’ that the universe was trying to keep us together, that the legend was working its magic.

I agree.

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