The Time of My Life by Cecelia Ahern

Author:Cecelia Ahern
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Literary, General, Fiction
ISBN: 0007350430
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2011-10-12T23:00:00+00:00

That evening, when the buggy was safely back with Claire, I took my shoes off, brought a high stool to the centre of the floor and sat down to watch Blake’s travel show. Just as it began I heard a key in the door. It opened and Life entered, wearing a new blazer.

‘How did you get a key?’

‘I made a copy of yours when you were asleep,’ he said, taking off his blazer and tossing the keys onto the counter like he lived here.

‘Thanks for asking for my permission.’

‘Didn’t need to, your family already signed the paperwork.’

‘Ah-ah-ah,’ I said as he took a step onto the carpet. ‘Shoes off, it’s just been cleaned.’

‘What are you watching?’ he asked, doing as he was told and looking at the paused image of a snake rising from a basket.

‘Blake’s travel show.’

He raised his eyebrows and studied me. ‘Really? I thought you never watched the show.’

‘I do sometimes.’

‘How often?’

‘Only on Sundays.’

‘I believe his show is only on on Sundays.’ He brought a stool beside me. ‘The carpet doesn’t look any different.’

‘That’s because it’s wet. It’ll brighten up when it dries.’

‘What were they like?’

‘Who?’

‘The carpet people.’

‘It was just one man.’

‘And?’

‘And he was very nice and he cleaned the carpet. Can you stop talking? I want to watch this.’

‘Touchy.’

Mr Pan leaped into his lap and we sat uncomfortably on our stools and watched Blake. He was climbing across some rocky mountains, wearing a navy vest that was covered in sweat stains and revealed rippling back muscles. It made me think of the carpet-cleaning guy. It struck me as unusual that Blake, the most perfect man in the universe, would cause me to think positively of another man, and once I was comfortable with that thought, I compared their muscle sizes.

‘Does he wear fake tan?’

‘Shut up.’

‘Does he do his own stunts?’

‘Shut up.’

I paused the TV, searched for her. She wasn’t there.

‘What are you doing?’

‘Shut up.’

‘So what is the obsession with Blake anyway?’

‘I’m not obsessed.’

‘I mean last night. I know you said you didn’t want to talk about it but I think we should. I mean, you broke up three years ago. What’s the deal with your friends? Why are they so involved in what happened with you and him?’

‘Blake is their centre of gravity,’ I said, watching him climb across the cliff barehanded. ‘We both used to be, believe it or not. We were the ones who arranged everything, who brought everyone together. We held dinner parties every week, had parties, organised holidays, nights out, trips away, that kind of thing.’ I pressed pause, studied the scene, unpaused it again. ‘Blake is a lively guy, he’s addictive, everyone likes him.’

‘I don’t.’

‘Really?’ I looked at him surprised, then turned back to the TV quickly so I wouldn’t miss anything. ‘Well, you’re biased, it doesn’t count.’

I paused the TV again, then unpaused.

‘What exactly are you doing?’

‘Shut up.’

‘Please stop telling me to shut up.’

‘Please stop giving me cause to.’

He watched the rest of it mostly in silence with the occasional snide remark.

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