Epilogue

Holly flicked through the newspapers to see which one contained a photo of Denise and Tom on their wedding day. It wasn't every day that Ireland's top radio DJ and a girl from Girls and the City got married. That's what Denise liked to think anyway. Hey! the grumpy newsagent yelled at her. This is not a library, you either buy it or put it down. Holly sighed and began to gather every newspaper from the newsstand once again. She had to take two trips to the counter due to the weight of the papers and the man didn't even think to help her. Not that she would have wanted his help anyway. Once again a queue had formed behind the till. Holly smiled to herself and took her time. It was his own fault, if he would just let her flick through the papers she wouldn't have to hold him up. She made her way to the top of the queue with the last of the papers and began to add bars of chocolate and packets of sweets to the pile. Oh, and can I have a bag too, please. She batted her eyelashes and smiled sweetly. The old man stared down at her over the rim of his glasses as though she were a naughty schoolgirl. Mark! he yelled angrily. The spotty teenager appeared from the shopping aisles once again with a pricing gun in his hand. Open the other till, son, he was ordered, and Mark dragged his body over to the till. Half the queue behind Holly moved over to the other side. Thank you. Holly smiled and made her way toward the door. Just as she was about to pull the door open it was pushed from the other side, causing her purchases to once again spill out all over the floor. I'm so sorry, the man said, bending down to help her. Oh, it's OK, Holly replied politely, not wanting to turn around to see the smug look on the old man's face that was burning into her back. Ah, it's you! The chocoholic! the voice said, and Holly looked up startled. It was the friendly customer with the odd green eyes who had helped her before.

(P.S. I love you, by Cecelia Ahern)