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The Men in her Life

The Men in her Life

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Autoren: Imogen Parker
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fuming kind of look? Matt was not much more than a boy and yet he had it down to perfection. Holly remembered Tom’s innocence and charm, and wondered when the moment would come that he folded his arms and closed down his face, threatening to sulk.
    ‘Can we go to the Ministry of Sound?’ Ella asked, stepping in to divert the stand-off from developing.
    ‘Can people our age get into the Ministry of Sound?’ Holly asked Simon.
    ‘You don’t look that old,’ Matt told her, his eyes flicking for a second to her small high breasts.
    She was wearing a short black T-shirt that just touched the waistband of her jeans. Infuriatingly, she felt the faintly erotic pull of her nipples contracting against the cotton fabric.
    ‘I think I read that Peter Mandelson goes there,’ Simon said.
    ‘If he can, anyone can,’ Holly said, ‘although if he’s there, maybe they wouldn’t want to...’ She was speaking fast to cover her embarrassment at the pure physicality of Matt’s gaze.
    Simon was slurping noodles, Ella was looking at the huge round table of Chinese people eating their dinner. Holly looked at the young man opposite her and wondered if his knee had just nudged between hers deliberately or accidentally. She thought she caught an infinitesimal trace of a smile as he put another forkful of greens into his mouth.
    ‘Mmmm, this is good,’ he remarked, and Ella turned her head and smiled at him, glad he had decided to be polite.

    When Holly had seen the stockinette body with a Renaissance image of the Virgin Mary on it, she hadn’t been able to imagine a time she would actually wear it. She had loved its combination of sexiness and blasphemy so much that she had told herself if the occasion did not arise, she could always hang it on her bedroom wall along with the three-dimensional postcards of religious images that Robert sent her from his holidays in Tuscany , creating a kind of shrine of religious kitsch beside her mirror.
    Now she put it on with black jeans. She wavered about adding a large cross made of fake rubies, but decided it would be too much. In the room next door she could hear Ella whooping like a child with a dressing-up box as she tried on Holly’s clothes.
    Eventually they all emerged into the corridor ready to party, and Holly felt herself blush as she saw surprised approval register on Matt’s face. He was wearing a black T-shirt that stretched tight across his chest and showed off the muscles in his upper arms. He was more stockily built than she had imagined, and she thought he had lined his sloping eyes with kohl.
    ‘You look fantastic,’ Ella said to Holly.
    ‘So do you.’
    Ella was wearing flared Pucci trousers with a Seventies Paisley pattern and a purple vest. The trousers were slightly too short for Holly. She knew that was how they were supposed to be, but she had spent so much of her life trying to get trousers long enough, she somehow could never bring herself to wear them. Anyway, she thought there was probably something a bit sad about someone who had been a teenager in the Seventies wearing teenagers’ clothes again when the wheel of style turned full circle. She didn’t know whether it was that, or the fact that she wanted to appear to be generous that made her say, ‘Keep them. I never wear them and they look so much better on you...’
    Ella’s face lit up.
    ‘It is so nice having an aunt. It’s a bit like having a really cool fairy godmother,’ she said, giving Holly’s arm a quick squeeze.
    Just as they were leaving, the phone rang.
    ‘Clare, hi!’ Holly said, ‘we’re just going out to a club, here’s Ella.’
    ‘Mum? Great... Yes... On time. We’ve had a lot to drink, we’ve eaten a lot of food and now we’re all dressed up... Holly looks like a cross between a madonna and Madonna...’
    This was a description Holly far preferred to fairy godmother, however cool.
    ‘Oh, and Mum. Happy birthday for tomorrow!’

Chapter 22

    ‘If I won the Lottery I’d buy a place out here,’ Eamon said as they walked barefoot along the strand.
    As dusk fell the western sky was a layered wash of pink and blue, and the opalescent light turned the sea to mother-of-pearl. The water was calm and flat. Small curls of waves at its edge lapped soothingly near their feet.
    Eamon’s words made Mo think of Holly. She was always saying that you couldn’t get serious about a man without asking the Lottery question. If his answer involved anything to do with cars, it was

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