Me Before You: A Novel

weirdly, and for no reason that I could immediately understand, my eyes were prickling with tears.
    I had spent an hour working on the calendar before coming to Granta House that morning. Some days I just sat and stared at it from my bed, magic marker in hand, trying to work out what I could take Will to. I wasn’t yetconvinced that I could get Will to go much further afield, and even with Nathan’s help the thought of an overnight visit seemed daunting.
    I scanned the local paper, glancing at football matches and village fêtes, but was afraid after the racing debacle that Will’s chair might get stuck in the grass. I was concerned that crowds might leave him feeling exposed. I had to rule out all horse-related activities, which in an area like ours meant a surprising amount of outdoor stuff. I knew he wouldn’t want to watch Patrick running, and cricket and rugby left him cold. Some days I felt crippled by my own inability to think up new ideas.
    Perhaps Will and Nathan were right. Perhaps I was boring. Perhaps I was the least well-equipped person in the world to try to come up with things that might inflame Will’s appetite for life.
    A book, or the television.
    Put like that, it was hard to believe any differently.
    After Nathan left, Will found me in the kitchen. I was sitting at the small table, peeling potatoes for his evening meal, and didn’t look up when he positioned his wheelchair in the doorway. He watched me long enough for my ears to turn pink with the scrutiny.
    ‘You know,’ I said, finally, ‘I could have been horrible to you back there. I could have pointed out that you do nothing either.’
    ‘I’m not sure Nathan would have offered particularly good odds on me going out dancing,’ Will said.
    ‘I know it’s a joke,’ I continued, discarding a long piece of potato peel. ‘But you just made me feel really crap. Ifyou were going to bet on my boring life, did you have to make me aware of it? Couldn’t you and Nathan just have had it as some kind of private joke?’
    He didn’t say anything for a bit. When I finally looked up, he was watching me. ‘Sorry,’ he said.
    ‘You don’t look sorry.’
    ‘Well … okay … maybe I wanted you to hear it. I wanted you to think about what you’re doing.’
    ‘What, how I’m letting my life slip by … ?’
    ‘Yes, actually.’
    ‘God, Will. I wish you’d stop telling me what to do. What if I like watching television? What if I don’t want to do much else other than read a book?’ My voice had become shrill. ‘What if I’m tired when I get home? What if I don’t need to fill my days with frenetic activity?’
    ‘But one day you might wish you had,’ he said, quietly. ‘Do you know what I would do if I were you?’
    I put down my peeler. ‘I suspect you’re going to tell me.’
    ‘Yes. And I’m completely unembarrassed about telling you. I’d be doing night school. I’d be training as a seamstress or a fashion designer or whatever it is that taps into what you really love.’ He gestured at my minidress, a Sixties-inspired Pucci-type dress, made with fabric that had once been a pair of Granddad’s curtains.
    The first time Dad had seen it he had pointed at me and yelled, ‘Hey, Lou, pull yourself together!’ It had taken him a full five minutes to stop laughing.
    ‘I’d be finding out what I could do that didn’t cost much – keep-fit classes, swimming, volunteering, whatever. I’d be teaching myself music or going for long walks with somebody else’s dog, or –’
    ‘Okay, okay, I get the message,’ I said, irritably. ‘But I’m not you, Will.’
    ‘Luckily for you.’
    We sat there for a bit. Will wheeled himself in, and raised the height of his chair so that we faced each other over the table.
    ‘Okay,’ I said. ‘So what did you do after work? That was so valuable?’
    ‘Well, there wasn’t much time left after work, but I tried to do something every day. I did rock climbing at an indoor centre, and squash, and I went to concerts, and tried new restaurants –’
    ‘It’s easy to do those things if you have money,’ I protested.
    ‘And I went running. Yes, really,’ he said, as I raised an eyebrow.
    ‘And I tried to learn new languages for places I thought I might visit one day. And I saw my friends – or people I thought were my friends … ’ He hesitated for a moment. ‘And I planned trips. I looked for places I’d never been, things that would frighten me or push me to my