No, there definitely wasn’t time now to worry about a headache. It would have to wait until January. Perhaps she could combine a visit to the specialist in Adelaide with a shopping trip. She could even treat herself to a nice solo lunch afterward in one of the restaurants near the river. She could sit there with a book and a glass of wine, take as long as she liked. Perhaps she could even stay the night in Adelaide before the four-hour journey home again. Yes, that’s exactly what she’d do. Have some peace and quiet. What did they call it in the magazines? Having “me time”?
But not tonight. There was no time for any of that tonight. She had a Christmas letter to write and send. She turned back to the computer, fighting that overwhelmed feeling again. She thought back over all that had happened to her family during the past twelve months, wondering how on earth she could turn it all into one of her cheery Christmas letters. Joan’s voice suddenly came to her mind, as if she were standing there beside her.
Go for it, love! Let it rip! Tell the truth! It’s good for you.
She actually laughed out loud. Tell the truth? How could she?
Go for it, love! It’s good for you.
Angela stared at the screen for a long moment. Then she started a new letter, typing faster than she’d ever typed before.
International bestselling writer Monica McInerney is the award-winning author of ten previous novels, one short-story collection, and numerous stories and articles. She grew up in Australia, is one of seven children, and has split her time between Australia and Ireland for twenty years. Monica and her Irish husband currently live in Dublin, Ireland.
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