Looking for Andrew McCarthy by Jenny Colgan Read Free Book Online Page B

took a breath.
    ‘And now we’re going to plan a month in America?’ Siobhan asked.
    ‘Darling, it’s a lovely idea, and we definitely need a holiday, and I know we talked about the Brat Pack thing – but a month ? Haven’t you seen Dead Calm ?’
    ‘But that’s how long it will take,’ said Ellie stubbornly. ‘To find Andrew McCarthy.’
    ‘Aha!’ said Julia, scandalized. ‘ That’s what this is all about.’
    ‘What do you mean?’ Ellie tried to look innocent and failed.
    ‘This is what your plan’s all about. You just want to meet some childhood fantasy object.’
    ‘No I don’t,’ said Ellie, unconvincingly.
    ‘What would you do if you actually met Andrew McCarthy? If he walked into this room right now?’
    ‘I’d ask him lots of important questions about life and how the culture of the 1980s changed us all. That’s why we’re all going. It’ll be an educational trip into our past, to help us understand ourselves.’
    There was a long silence.
    ‘You’re absolutely sure,’ said Siobhan finally, ‘that you wouldn’t try and have sex with him.’
    ‘Yup,’ said Ellie.
    ‘Isn’t he gay, anyway?’ said Arthur.
    ‘He’s so not,’ said Siobhan, Julia and Ellie simultaneously.
    ‘Okay,’ said Julia. ‘Look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn’t ask him to marry you.’
    Ellie sighed and looked at the floor.
    ‘Look. Just because he is not an unattractive man does not mean this isn’t an important quest for all of us. Come on guys. It would be brilliant. Don’t you see? It would just properly close our twenties. Try and move on. And it will be something brilliant we could all do together. All of us, once and for all, before we all settle down and do a George and Annabel.’
    ‘Can I come?’ piped up Colin.
    ‘No.’
    ‘So,’ said Siobhan slowly. ‘Let me just make sure I’ve got this straight. You want us all to take one month off work and travel thousands of miles on some wild goose chase to try and find a boyfriend for you who was famous fifteen years ago and may well be dead for as much as anyone knows where he is.’
    ‘But he’s an eighties God!’ said Ellie.
    ‘I’m going to have to get a move on,’ said Siobhan heading for the door. ‘Got a busy day tomorrow.’
    ‘You’ve only been here five minutes!’
    ‘I know. Think what a month would be like. If you’re looking for a good way to end your twenties, why don’t you do the last year of Club 18–30?’
    Ellie looked at her. ‘But it would be so good for you! Help you work out what to do about, you know, Patrick.’
    A silence fell in the living room. They knew Siobhan well and, fussy about almost everything, she didn’t ever take kindly to people peering too deeply at her personal things. The Hedgehog had crossed over the line even by referring to the fact that Siobhan’s boyfriend had turned invisible.
    Siobhan went very white.
    ‘What’s wrong with me and Patrick?’
    Ellie gulped. ‘Well, you just never seem to see him.’
    ‘That’s because we’re both working hard. Everything’s fine .’
    ‘I’m sorry,’ said Ellie grudgingly.
    ‘I agree with Arthur. You’re just making up problems for yourself – and for everyone else.’ Siobhan opened the door.
    ‘Maybe next year we should all just go to a restaurant for the Hedgehog’s birthday. Goodnight everyone.’
    Ellie waited until the door had slammed shut. ‘Well, you’re not invited.’
    ‘Don’t you think you’re getting a bit obsessed by this Brat Pack thing?’ Julia said to Ellie gently.
    ‘No! It’s not like I’m still wearing the button badges.’
    ‘Hi Fidelity High!’ started playing on the stereo. Julia winced slightly.
    ‘If we were in California anyway,’ said Arthur carefully, ‘we could probably go to San Francisco, couldn’t we?’
    ‘What’s in San Frass-isco?’ said Colin.
    ‘Um … lots of trams,’ said Arthur.
    ‘Oh, that sounds great .’
    ‘Well, you’re not coming. Oh God, and I can’t