Woman with a Secret (13 page)
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Authors: Sophie Hannah
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: Mr. Jugs
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: Tue, July 2, 2013 13:56:07
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: Re: Distress signal
What exactly happened at the police station?
You’re not being harsh. Or rather, if you are, I assume I must deserve it. And I do love your bizarre analogies.
I admire your fierceness. When the war starts, can I be in your unit?
G.
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: Nicki
Date
: Tue, July 2, 2013 13:59:04
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: Re: Distress signal
Bizarre analogies? What do you mean? Please tell me exactly why you said that.
N
From
: Mr. Jugs
Date
: Tue, July 2, 2013 14:02:35
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: Re: Distress signal
Just “N,” no “x”? What have I done wrong now?
Bizarre analogies? Barack Obama being a vegan!
G.
From
: Nicki
Date
: Tue, July 2, 2013 14:07:23
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: Re: Distress signal
Barack Obama being a vegan is only one analogy. You said, “And I do love your bizarre analogies,” plural, as if a) I have come up with quite a few, and b) you’ve been fond of and familiar with this tendency of mine for a while. What other analogies have I ever put in my emails to you?
N
From
: Mr. Jugs
Date
: Tue, July 2, 2013 14:09:07
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: Re: Distress signal
Nicki, what are you getting so steamed up about? I don’t get it.
G.
From
: Nicki
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: Tue, July 2, 2013 14:10:04
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: Re: Distress signal
Husband back—have to go to London.
N
From
: Mr. Jugs
Date
: Tue, July 2, 2013 14:23:19
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: Re: Distress signal
Are you on the train? Email me, please.
G.
From
: Nicki
Date
: Tue, July 2, 2013 14:56:04
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: Re: Distress signal
No, I’m in the Avis Rent-a-Car office in Rawndesley. The trains are buggered today.
I don’t know why I’m answering you.
N
Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone
From
: Mr. Jugs
Date
: Tue, July 2, 2013 15:02:08
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: Re: Distress signal
What have I done to piss you off? Please tell me.
G.
From
: Nicki
Date
: Tue, July 2, 2013 15:15:31
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: Re: Distress signal
“When the war starts, can I be in your unit?” Ring any bells?
N
Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone
“NICKI. IT’S YOU.” MELISSA’S
voice is swallowed by the roar of traffic behind us. She and Lee live on a main road in Highgate, in a modern brown three-bedroom maisonette that looks like a chocolate bar with windows. Adam and the kids and I used to live five minutes’ walk from here, in a shabby, gardenless Victorian terrace that we couldn’t afford to renovate.
81 Enfys Road. Home
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Standing on Melissa’s doorstep, I feel like someone returning from the dead. I miss this noise. I need to move back to London, as soon as I can. That would cancel everything out, as if none of it ever happened. It would bring me back to life, if anything could.
I try not to think about what has happened most recently, about what I believe I’ve proved to myself beyond all reasonable doubt.
Gavin . . .
Stop. You can’t fall apart now. Don’t think about Gavin, King Edward, any of it
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