The Resort by Sarah Goodwin EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Sarah Goodwin
- Language: English
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Getting to the airport was the usual struggle. I’d been awake half the night
worrying I’d sleep through my alarm. The other half of the night was taken
up with nightmares that I’d already overslept and that I had gone to the
wrong airport by accident. Not exactly a restful start. Ethan, of course, slept
like the dead, because it wasn’t his sister’s wedding we were going to. He
had nothing to prove, unlike me.
In the end I woke up half an hour before the alarm went off and decided I
couldn’t take it anymore. So whilst Ethan slept on I tiptoed around getting
into my airport uniform of leggings and a hoodie. In the cheap fluorescents of
our bathroom I already looked like death. I’d had my hair cut and dyed for
the wedding into a dirty-blonde shag that was meant to look mussed yet cool.
Fresh from bed it just looked limp and sad.
I made a tea and drank it looking out at the empty street. Well, empty
except for two rats going through a capsized recycling bin across the way.
Until a seagull bullied them away and started ripping into a black bag. The
Bristolian equivalent of watching the deer emerge and sip morning dew. I
picked my cuticles and wondered if I ought to have booked a manicure.
Just before the alarm I crept back to the bedroom with a tea for my
husband. He opened wary eyes and then glanced at the time, groaned and
accepted the mug. As he lifted one hand to rasp his stubble, he exposed the
tattoo on his ribs. A faded flash-art skeleton from his teen years. Both of us
had patches of embarrassing ink, but thankfully most of it was easy to hide. I
ruffled his mop of dark hair and he said something that sounded like ‘fucking
Our pre-booked taxi was ten minutes late and we hit traffic on the way to
Bristol airport because of some kind of vintage car fair happening nearby.
Normally I’d have enjoyed seeing so many old-fashioned cars and
motorbikes, but not today. Even the sight of an honest to God omnibus didn’t
make me squeal in delight. Today was not the day for it. Not when we had a
strict timetable to follow.
‘We should get a stall at that next year,’ Ethan said, watching as several
ancient VW campers chugged past our stationary taxi. ‘Bet they’d love some
proper vintage vinyl.’
I nodded, inwardly screaming at the traffic to just please move.
I was practically hyperventilating by the time we got checked in at the
airport and headed for security. Ethan had forgotten to take his phone out of
his carry-on and we got pulled aside to dig it out and re-scan. At least he’d
not worn his Docs. All that lacing and unlacing would have driven me mad.
The whole time we were waiting I was watching the multiple giant clocks in
the airport and getting tenser every minute. If I was late to the start of Jess’s
wedding week, I would never forgive myself. I wasn’t sure she would either,
though she’d never say anything.
Finally, we passed security and reached the far less stressful part of the
airport. Though my level of anxiety barely dipped.
‘Do you want a coffee?’ Ethan asked doubtfully, eyeing my bouncing leg.
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