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now?”
    Her mother rolled her eyes to heaven. “He’s joined some band. The Orgasmic Fish, I think they call themselves, or something like that. I’m sick to death of hearing about it, Holly. If he goes on one more time about who was there at their gigs promising to sign them up and how famous they’re going to be, I’ll go mad.”
    “Ah, poor Deco, don’t worry, he’ll eventually find something.”
    “I know, and it’s funny, because of all you darling children, he’s the least I worry about. He’ll find his way.”
    They brought their mugs into the sitting room and settled down in front of the television. “You look great, love, I love the hair. Do you think Leo would ever do mine for me, or am I too old for his styles?”
    “Well, as long as you don’t want Jennifer Aniston’s hairstyle, you’ll have no problems.” Holly explained the story about the woman in the salon and they both rolled around laughing.
    “Well, I don’t want the Joan Collins look, so I’ll just stay clear of him.”
    “That might be wise.”
    “Any luck with a job yet?” Her mother’s voice was casual but Holly could tell she was just dying to know.
    “No, not yet, Mum. To be honest I haven’t even started looking; I don’t quite know what I want to do.”
    “You’re right,” her mother nodded. “Take your time and think about what you like, or else you’ll end up rushing into a job you hate, like the last time.” Holly was surprised to hear this. Although her family had always been supportive of her over the years, she found herself moved by the abundance of their love.
    The last job Holly had had was working as a secretary for an unforgiving little slimeball in a solicitor’s office. She had been forced to leave her job when the little creep failed to understand that she needed time off work to be with her dying husband. Now she had to go looking for a new one. For a new job, that is. At the moment it seemed unimaginable to go to work in the morning.
    Holly and her mother relaxed, falling in and out of conversation for a few hours until Holly finally built up the courage to ask for the envelope.
    “Oh, of course, love, I completely forgot about it. I hope it’s nothing important, it’s been there for a long time.”
    “I’ll find out soon enough.”
    They said their good-byes and Holly couldn’t get out of the house quickly enough.
    Perching herself on the grass overlooking the golden sand and sea, Holly ran her hands over the envelope. Her mother hadn’t described it very well, for it was not an envelope at all but a thick brown package. The address had been typed onto a sticker so she couldn’t even guess the origin. And above the address were two words thick and bold — THE LIST.
    Her stomach did a little dance. If it wasn’t from Gerry, then Holly had to finally accept the fact that he was gone, gone completely from her life, and she had to start thinking about existing without him. If it was from him she would be faced with the same future but at least she could hold on to a fresh memory. A memory that would have to last her a lifetime.
    Her trembling fingers gently tore at the seal of the package. She turned it upside down and shook the contents out. Out fell ten separate tiny little envelopes, the kind you would expect to find on a bouquet of flowers, each with a different month written on them. Her heart missed a few beats as she saw the familiar handwriting on a loose page underneath the pile of envelopes.
    It was from Gerry.

 
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    H OLLY HELD HER BREATH, AND with tears in her eyes and a pounding heart, she read the familiar handwriting knowing that the person who had sat down to write to her would never be able to do so again. She ran her fingers over his words knowing that the last person to have touched the page was him.
    My darling Holly
    I don’t know where you are or when exactly you are reading this. I just hope that my letter has found you safe and healthy. You whispered to