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you?” I state.  She wipes her eyes and smiling says.
    “Yep, come on I’ll fill you in on the drive home.”

CHAPTER 4
     
     
     
    I’m sitting on my suitcase,
valiantly trying to fasten the zip and failing miserably.  It’s no good, as
much as I huff and puff my way through it, all I’m achieving is breathlessness,
aching arms and a still open suitcase.  I’ll just have to take some stuff out.  It’s
hard when you’re trying to pack for every eventuality, and Jen had said “pack
for every eventuality.” So that’s what I am trying to do.
    It’s been six months since Jen moved to LA.
 What started out as a “play it by ear, don’t know when I’ll be back” visit has
turned into a permanent move.  They’re happy, and madly in love.  It’s working
for them and I’m truly happy for Jen.
    For me it has been a tough six months.  I’ve
lost my best buddy to an American bass player, and Davy and I were left
devastated when we unexpectedly lost our mother to a stroke.
    The call came after her friend had arrived
for a prearranged visit.  Receiving no reply when she knocked on the door, she
contacted Davy, and they had found she had passed away in her sleep.
    It had taken us several weeks to sort out
her estate.  The house had been left to Davy and I as a bolthole/holiday home;
and after much persuading from Davy, it was decided that I would move back
home, as we didn’t want the house left empty.
    So that’s what I did, with Davy promising
to come and stay whenever she could, even though she doesn’t live that far away.
 It was her childhood home too, and I didn’t want her feeling she was imposing
on what would then be my home.
    Sizeable trust funds had been set up for
the upkeep of the house, as well as for both Davy and I.  It appears that our
father had made some very sound investments; and over the years, our mother had
kept up with them, with the help and advice from her solicitor and old family
friend Derek.
    He told us she was always telling him how
proud of us she was.  He also said that she had told him, she wished I would
concentrate more on my writing.  This was something I already knew.  She was
always encouraging me to take it more seriously.  So, with my trust fund,
that’s what I’ve done.  I resigned from work so I have more time to write, and I
relocated back to Cornwall.  It wasn’t an easy decision for me to make.  My
self-doubts were always there nagging at me, chipping away at my confidence,
but it has been worth it.  My manuscript has been provisionally accepted by a
well-known publishing house.  I only have to tweak a few things, and it will
hopefully soon be published.  So I’m off to LA, to visit Jen and finish my
book.
    Jen and Razor kindly invited me to stay
with them, but I decided I would prefer to rent an apartment.  That way I can
get a feel of the place, have a little freedom, and I wouldn’t feel like I was
infringing upon their hospitality.
    Jen was not at all happy about my decision,
but when I threatened not to come at all, she soon capitulated.  What I didn’t
tell her, was that I was concerned that if I stayed with them, there might be a
chance of my running into AJ.  Which is something I definitely don’t wish to
do.
    I am still struggling
with my suitcase when Davy rings.
    “Hey Boo are you packed?”
    With a groan, I inform her of the battle of
the zip, and she laughs at me.
    “For heaven’s sake Boo, just take the stuff
you love the best and buy the rest out there, simple.”  
    I never thought of that, so I start sorting
and repacking my suitcase.
    Oh well! I think to
myself, there’s the added bonus of new clothes.
    By the time I have
finished, I observe the small pile of clothes I am leaving behind, and wonder
why I was taking them in the first place.
    Sorted.  Now to sort my handbag.
 
    *****
 
    The flight has been long, really long.  I’m
not a good flyer, and I can’t hide the fact that I’m not a good flyer.  I