Page 34 of If I Never Met You

‘Permission to cry, Laura?’

‘Laurie!’

‘Ha ha, oh God, sorry. I’ve got a blind spot where I’m determined to call you Laura. I’m turning into my dad. LOOK IT UP, MARJORIE!’

Laurie laughed again and decided to enjoy Jamie, when he was the only pleasure to be had.

‘It’s a very cool name. Is it after anyone or anything?’ he added.

‘Laurie Lee, who wroteCider With Rosie.’

Jamie squinted. ‘Wasn’t he a man?’

‘Very good!’ Laurie said, ‘Five points to Slytherin.’

‘Oh wow, presumed ignorant. And I’m in Slytherin, am I?’ Jamie said. Laurie grinned.

Resigned to their fate, they crossed an imaginary boundary – she felt herself relax – where making the best of limited resources for entertainment felt oddly nice. Like the final days before Christmas, where you can’t wait to break out on holiday, but no one’s doing anyone work and are pelting each other with Quality Street. Sometimes it’s more enjoyable than the holiday itself. Must be something to do with relief of having choices removed, and expectations very low. Laurie wondered if she was a chronic over analyser.

‘Cider With Rosiewas a set text for my English Lit GCSE so I won’t pretend to be better read than I am,’ Jamie said.

‘And you got the Harry Potter reference too, don’t be hard on yourself,’ Laurie said, with a smile. ‘My mum didn’t know Laurie Lee was a man, she just liked it. It’s very much like my mum to trot off to register the name without even checking she had the gender right.’

Jamie smiled back.

‘I wish I had a quirky story about my name, but nah.’

Silence fell again. Jamie hung his glossily curly head, temporarily out of conversation.

They had another hour to kill. Laurie decided to chance her luck.

‘It didn’t work out with Eve, then?’

‘Eve?’ Jamie looked up and his forehead creased in what seemed genuine rather than feigned confusion. She was probably a few conquests ago, to be fair, Laurie thought.

‘Niece of Mr Salter? Long hair? I saw the two of you in Refuge back in the summer, remember?’

‘Ohhhh,Eve!’ Jamie said, in a possibly faked moment of comprehension. ‘Nah. Went out for dinner and career advice chat, but that was it. More than my life’s worth anyway, what with the family connections here. Like messing with a Mafioso’s wife. And she’s very young.’

There was a pause as Laurie intuited Jamie was doing some internal sums, in light of Laurie’s knowledge.

‘You didn’t say anything to anyone else here about seeing us, did you?’

‘Nope. Why would I? You asked me not to, if I recall right.’Although if you didn’t do anything, why so edgy? Laurie thought.

‘Well, thanks,’ Jamie said. ‘There’s lots of people here who’d have it on a global email before they’d knocked the lid off their macchiato.’

‘It’s a very gossipy place,’ Laurie said.

‘You’re telling me. I owe you one.’

‘You don’t owe me, don’t worry,’ Laurie said, trying not to snort at what sort of ‘one’ Jamie might owe her. ‘I can’t stand the way people here feel entitled to know others’ business.’

‘Hah. Agreed.’

Another silence descended and Laurie knew it was because Jamie was in a quandary: the only other possible topic washer ex, and yet that fell under category heading: other peoples’ business.

‘You’re, er … separated from Dan Price in civil, is that right?’

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