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‘Yep.’ Jen replied, refusing to rise to the bait.
Holly crossed her arms again. ‘I dunno. Next door’s a right moody cow. I got shouted at the last time I parked there.’
‘Perhaps she was having a particularly bad day and took it out on an innocent bystander.’
‘Likely story.’
Jen tickle-grabbed Holly’s side and the split-second attack made her double over, play-protecting herself as she giggled. ‘Alright, alright. I’ll go get the car.’
* * *
Jen didn’t know muchabout vehicles, but Harry’s roomy Volvo had ample space for both loads of deliveries. The hampers took up a lot of the boot, but with a little imaginative stacking getting the rest in was a doddle.
‘You sorted the route?’ Holly asked, clicking her seatbelt in.
‘Yep, all done. Need me to read out the directions?’ Merging routes had been surprisingly easy given that Jen had gotten Harry and Catherine using the same system last year. One click and it was fixed. If only everything in life was that simple.
‘No need – there’s a reason why I like to use Dad’s car rather the van.’ Holly retrieved her phone from the cup holder and, after a few taps, the map was displayed on the centre console’s screen. ‘Et voilà!’
‘Impressive.Elle a plus qu’un joli minois.’
‘Stop showing off,’ Holly teased. ‘Now, buckle up.’
‘Yes, boss.’
Holly started the car and the route sprang to life, the car’s robotic voice telling her where to go. Jen hardly needed to be here at all. There was nowhere else she’d rather spend the evening, though.
‘What do you want to listen to?’ Holly said, watching the oncoming traffic for a gap.
‘What do you usually play? Is this where I find out you exclusively listen to Steps?’
‘Eh, do not knock one of the UK’s best groups, thank you very much,’ Holly replied, waving a thank you to the kind soul who had eventually let them merge onto Pollokshaws Road. ‘It depends: I like Sigrid, MUNA, Betty Who, Fickle Friends, Allie X, Shura, that kind of stuff. Know any of them?’
Jen huffed out her cheeks. ‘Not a single one. They real bands, or you just saying words?’
‘Jenevieve Berkley, you’re such an uncultured swine.’
Usually, Jen hated the sound of her full name; only her mother had the power to say it and not cause an involuntary grimace. But from Holly’s mouth it sounded like a melody, an earworm she could happily listen to on repeat.
‘Well, now is your time to shine. Educate me.’
‘Oh, crikey. Where to begin?’ Holly replied with a snicker.
‘Well, let’s just see what you played last,’ Jen said, her finger hovering over the Spotify icon. ‘You look nervous. It is Steps, isn’t it?’
‘You’ll just have to play it and see.’ Holly didn’t sound convinced. This was going to be enlightening.
With a few quick taps, the car blasted MUNA’s ‘I Know A Place’.Not bad.
The song came to an end and Holly looked to Jen for approval. ‘Well?’
‘Good. Not my usual taste but I could tolerate that, yeah. Good beat.’
Holly’s brow furrowed, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. ‘Intriguing. So, what is your usual taste?’
That was a toughy. Like most people, Jen’s musical taste was broad, but a few artists stood out above the rest.
‘Ever heard of Wallis Bird?’
