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“Gel. That seems easy enough.” She glanced down again. “She did a shoddy job. I finish at eight tonight. Come home with me, and I’ll take them off for you, Grandma.”
“You can take them off?”
“Yes. You just need some acetone, which I have since I do my own. I can get them off lickety-split for you, then do your nails properly.”
Esme narrowed her eyes. “How do I know I can trust you?”
I picked up her other hand and showed her the green nails. “Can it really be worse than this?”
“I’ll be a bit sad to lose them,” she mused. “I was hoping I could use them to scratch out May’s eyeballs.”
“You’re almost eighty!” Max sputtered.
“So?” Esme looked at him with a twinkle in her eye. “You’re never too old to scratch out someone’s eyeballs, Max.”
Pen dropped her hand and turned away to serve someone. “I’m putting that on a t-shirt.”
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
ELLIE
You’re Never Too Old. Unless You’re Drinking. Then You Are.
“Meerow.”
I stretched my arm out from under the covers to bat away my shouty cat. “Shhhh.”
“Merow. Meeeer!”
“Winston. Shh.” I gathered the covers in a ball in my fist and pulled them up over my head. “I’m tired.”
And hungover.
I was quite hungover.
I was never drinking with Esme again. Or Penny, for that matter.
Not that it really mattered. I already knew it wouldn’t happen again because the chances of us ever crossing paths again was really quite slim.
I wasn’t even sure how I’d gotten here. Drunkorto Greygarth Lodge. I had a vague recollection of Esme insisting upon a round or two of drinks for us to ‘send me off with,’ but that was it.
Actually, that wasn’t it.
There were a lot more than two rounds of drinks.
Gosh, I felt dreadful. I really wasn’t twenty-one anymore. It was almost as if my tolerance had gone down as soon as I’d hit twenty-five… or perhaps it was because after that point, I preferred to drink wine in my pyjamas instead of party all night.
Either way, I definitely could not handle hard liquor anymore.
And I wasnotgoing to be leaving Windermere today.
Oh, well. My mother had said she didn’t mind if I wasn’t home, and I still had three other days to get there. I had her position in writing, so she was going to have to suck it up.
A bit like me right now. I’d made a dreadful choice in drinking with Penny and Esme with her talons, and now I was going to have to suck it up.
“Meeeerrrrrrahhh,” Winston whined, climbing on top of me.
“I’m getting up, I’m getting up,” I groaned, shuffling him off me gently as I rolled to the side to get out of bed.
