Epilogue
Sally
My movie moment dash in the rain across Manchester was five years ago. I was a crazy b***h for those few heady weeks in June. Yeah, I know, maddeningly frustrating for you, dear reader. Soz. Couldn’t help it. I could almost hear you shouting at me, “Just tell her that you love her!” Easy for you to say.
If you were watching this story in an actual movie theatre and not merely reading it, the credits would be rolling now. You’d leave the cinema wrapped in the glow of the romantic conclusion and talk about what you think happened next in the car on the way home. Because this isn’t a movie, you can have the luxury of finding out. I’m a lawyer, I don’t like loose ends.
First off. Angela didn’t go straight back to Scotland. She called her dad and pushed collection back, so
