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something on my desk or Meredia's desk or Megan's desk and shout, "There's forty-eight mistakes in that. You're getting better," or "Which one of you has bought shares in Liquid Paper" or something equally unkind.
He was never mean to Hetty, because he was afraid of her. Her poshness reminded him that he was a middleclass boy made average and that he wore suits of man-made fibers.
It was about ten to two, when I was slumped over my desk reading some article about how coffee is actually good for you again, and Meredia was snoring gently at 54 / marian keyes
her desk, a large bar of chocolate by her hand, that a small drama burst into the office, and lo and behold Megan's prediction proceeded to come true.
Kind of...
Megan lurched in, her face as white as a ghost, blood pouring from her mouth.
"Megan!" I shouted in alarm, jumping up from my desk. "What happened to you?"
"Eh? What?" said Meredia, jerking awake, all confused, the merest hint of a dribble exiting her mouth by the left side.
"It's nothing," said Megan, but she looked a bit wobbly and sat on my desk. Blood was pouring down her chin and onto her shirt.
"I've got to ring an ambulance," said Megan.
"Jesus, no you don't," I said panicking, giving her a handful of tissues, which were soaked red in an instant. "I'll do it. You'd better lie down. Meredia, get up off your fat ass and help her to lie down!"
"No, it's not for me, you fool," said Megan irritably, shaking Meredia off her. "It's for the bloke who fell off his bike and landed on me."
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "Is he badly hurt?"
"No," said Megan shortly, "But he bloody well will be by the time I've finished with him. He'll need a body bag, not an ambulance."
Before I could do it, she had picked up the phone and, through a mouthful of blood, called the emergency services and asked for an ambu- lance.
"Where is he?" asked Meredia.
"Out front, lying on the road, holding up the traffic," said Megan.
She was in a very bad mood. lucy sullivan is getting married / 55
"Is someone looking after him?" asked Meredia, an acquisitive gleam appearing in her eyes.
"Loads of people," barked Megan. "You Brits love a good accident, don't you?"
"Well, I'd better check on him anyway," said Meredia, lumbering toward the door. "He may be in shock so I'll cover him with my shawl."
"No need," complained Megan, blood bubbling as she spoke. "Someone's already put a coat over him."
But Meredia was gone. She had heard opportunity knocking. Although she had a pretty (if extremely fat) face, she had little success with men. The only men who actively pursued her were the odd ones who had a definite "thing" for obese women. And as Meredia said, with dignity, "Who wants a man who just wants you for your body?"
But the alternative was nearly as bad, I thought. She liked meeting men when they were vulnerable, either emotionally or physically, taking care of them, making herself indispensable, giving them all the support a weak person might need.
The only fly in the ointment was that the moment they were well enough to move, that's exactly what they did. Headed for the hills and away from Meredia's loving embrace as fast as their recently healed legs could carry them.
"Well, I'd better clean up this mess," said Megan, wiping her mouth on her sleeve.
"Don't be ridiculous," I said. "You're going to need stitches."
"No, I'm not," said Megan scornfully. "This is nothing. Have you ever seen what a combine harvester can do to a man's arm...?"
"Oh stop being so...so...Australian!" I exclaimed. 56 / marian keyes
"You need stitches. You need to go to the hospital. I'll come with you."
If she thought I was going to miss the chance to have an afternoon off work, then she had another think coming.
"No, you bloody well won't come with me," she said tartly. "What do you think I am? Some kind of kid?"
Just then the office door opened and in came Hetty back from lunch. She looked suitably appalled at
He was never mean to Hetty, because he was afraid of her. Her poshness reminded him that he was a middleclass boy made average and that he wore suits of man-made fibers.
It was about ten to two, when I was slumped over my desk reading some article about how coffee is actually good for you again, and Meredia was snoring gently at 54 / marian keyes
her desk, a large bar of chocolate by her hand, that a small drama burst into the office, and lo and behold Megan's prediction proceeded to come true.
Kind of...
Megan lurched in, her face as white as a ghost, blood pouring from her mouth.
"Megan!" I shouted in alarm, jumping up from my desk. "What happened to you?"
"Eh? What?" said Meredia, jerking awake, all confused, the merest hint of a dribble exiting her mouth by the left side.
"It's nothing," said Megan, but she looked a bit wobbly and sat on my desk. Blood was pouring down her chin and onto her shirt.
"I've got to ring an ambulance," said Megan.
"Jesus, no you don't," I said panicking, giving her a handful of tissues, which were soaked red in an instant. "I'll do it. You'd better lie down. Meredia, get up off your fat ass and help her to lie down!"
"No, it's not for me, you fool," said Megan irritably, shaking Meredia off her. "It's for the bloke who fell off his bike and landed on me."
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "Is he badly hurt?"
"No," said Megan shortly, "But he bloody well will be by the time I've finished with him. He'll need a body bag, not an ambulance."
Before I could do it, she had picked up the phone and, through a mouthful of blood, called the emergency services and asked for an ambu- lance.
"Where is he?" asked Meredia.
"Out front, lying on the road, holding up the traffic," said Megan.
She was in a very bad mood. lucy sullivan is getting married / 55
"Is someone looking after him?" asked Meredia, an acquisitive gleam appearing in her eyes.
"Loads of people," barked Megan. "You Brits love a good accident, don't you?"
"Well, I'd better check on him anyway," said Meredia, lumbering toward the door. "He may be in shock so I'll cover him with my shawl."
"No need," complained Megan, blood bubbling as she spoke. "Someone's already put a coat over him."
But Meredia was gone. She had heard opportunity knocking. Although she had a pretty (if extremely fat) face, she had little success with men. The only men who actively pursued her were the odd ones who had a definite "thing" for obese women. And as Meredia said, with dignity, "Who wants a man who just wants you for your body?"
But the alternative was nearly as bad, I thought. She liked meeting men when they were vulnerable, either emotionally or physically, taking care of them, making herself indispensable, giving them all the support a weak person might need.
The only fly in the ointment was that the moment they were well enough to move, that's exactly what they did. Headed for the hills and away from Meredia's loving embrace as fast as their recently healed legs could carry them.
"Well, I'd better clean up this mess," said Megan, wiping her mouth on her sleeve.
"Don't be ridiculous," I said. "You're going to need stitches."
"No, I'm not," said Megan scornfully. "This is nothing. Have you ever seen what a combine harvester can do to a man's arm...?"
"Oh stop being so...so...Australian!" I exclaimed. 56 / marian keyes
"You need stitches. You need to go to the hospital. I'll come with you."
If she thought I was going to miss the chance to have an afternoon off work, then she had another think coming.
"No, you bloody well won't come with me," she said tartly. "What do you think I am? Some kind of kid?"
Just then the office door opened and in came Hetty back from lunch. She looked suitably appalled at
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