Page 59 of One True Love

“Thank you, Daise. Let’s keep in touch?”

“Definitely,” she says, with a wink. “When you start your own company, let me know. I’ll be first in the queue.”

We hug again and I take a deep breath.

I even get a round of applause from the daytime security guy, who yells after me, “Good on ya, lav!”

It strikes me he probably knows more than most what really goes on in this place.

So thank god I wasn’t wrong. She needed dealing with, and, therefore… I dealt with her.

Chapter Fifteen

I do as Daisie instructed me to and find somewhere that’ll make me an Irish coffee and a bit of breakfast. Her fiver barely covers anything, but, she’s a mother and doesn’t get out enough to know how prices have gone up, plus it was the thought that counts.

With Chrissy screaming earlier, “Get my lawyer on the phone!” I already moved the money she transferred to another bank account I have with another bank. A savings account. I don’t want her being able to call her bank and say, “Oh, I sent it in error.” If I’ve moved it, it looks like she intended to send me it and I’ve seen it and not questioned its appearance. This is all crazy thinking, I know… but this is what these people end up making you become.

I’ll call Kallie later and fill her in on everything, but there’s an even more important call I need to make that can’t wait.

“Hello?” she answers brusquely, knowing full well it’s me.

“Sharon. How are you?”

“Not bad,” she replies.

“I want details of the funeral if you have them.”

“Why? What are you planning?” she says in that barbed way of hers.

“I was planning to send flowers. I think it’d be too much if I came.”

“Yeah, you’re right. It wouldn’t be—”

“How is he, really?” I ask, begging.

She clears her throat before lighting a cigarette. That alone tells me he’s bad.

“He doesn’t shag anything anymore, if that’s what you’re asking?”

“Really?” I wasn’t asking, but… I’m surprised.

“He’s not good, but I’ve seen him worse,” she says. “The band have rallied round him after this thing with his mum.”

“You mean her death?” I say, because it’s not just a thing.

She coughs a bit and something tells me Sharon isn’t good with death.

“I’d come back, if it’d help?”

I can almost hear her shaking her head. “It wouldn’t help.”

“If I could just understand Sharon?”

“It’s not possible, Mira. It’s just not possible.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll text you the funeral details, but I think he’d appreciate a call from you more than anything.”

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