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Blast from the Past
Cathy Hopkins
Praise for Cathy Hopkins:‘Funny and feelgood’ Good Housekeeping‘Warm, funny and uplifting’ Reader’s DigestOn a trip of a lifetime to India, Bea is given an unexpected fiftieth birthday present – an hour with a celebrated clairvoyant. Unlucky in love, Bea learns that her true soulmate is still out there ̶ and that he’s someone she has already met.Returning home, Bea revisits the men in her life and can’t resist looking up a few old lovers – the Good, the Bad and the… well, the others. As Bea connects with the ones that got away, she suspects that her little black book has remained shut for a reason. But one man out there has her in his sights.They say love is blind and maybe Bea just needs an eye test…Funny and wise, this is the perfect read for anyone who believes in finding love, no matter what their age.
Blast from the Past
Cathy Hopkins
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Source ISBN: 9780008286576
Ebook Edition © December 2019 ISBN: 9780008289270
Version: 2018-12-04
Know, therefore, that from the greater silence I shall return … Forget not that I shall come back to you … A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.
Kahlil Gibran
Table of Contents
Cover (#uf8e31953-4180-5dfd-b281-dd62f40e1da0)
Title Page (#ubd0c53cb-d184-5c9f-a94f-deffbf2be00f)
Copyright (#u4bc0a6b1-e069-559f-9a7a-b824b4cd0fde)
Epigraph (#u98bf92d1-94ce-5d7d-bd3d-88fd0f26d09f)
Chapter 1 (#ub89379c5-f133-5112-96e4-3511b61f89df)
Chapter 2 (#ubbcefe60-d96f-5937-a7b3-c90c4f97bba7)
Chapter 3 (#u27f2bc6a-f5ec-593c-b0b9-6a2a1d72fa2e)
Chapter 4 (#uda95e968-9b51-52f6-a3ad-4e19cad2c125)
Chapter 5 (#u99223876-3afb-536d-bdab-936822d5ecdf)
Chapter 6 (#ubd19118b-dda3-5b71-8c7b-5989532384a6)
Chapter 7 (#uf71a1daa-324c-5123-8880-57781128f388)
Chapter 8 (#ucb2bdf26-5fba-515f-95a6-6c62b3c6e787)
Chapter 9 (#uc3ef58a5-97b0-5a40-9784-7bf7ee94b94e)
Chapter 10 (#ub9f29b71-df98-5301-aa05-0401d297efda)
Chapter 11 (#uae5c88a1-211c-5230-b401-8daee461754f)
Chapter 12 (#ue8ddc273-628f-55a0-8573-0767c180a9e0)
Chapter 13 (#u7da0b0f7-cfa3-5348-a581-d2f1d39d1f0c)
Chapter 14 (#udc0ccc38-32d1-5d9a-a2ef-826958938f13)
Chapter 15 (#u3d5cb663-f85c-508f-b0ec-95169ce76820)
Chapter 16 (#u4acfae5b-eb68-5638-b3a1-79f54a70a6c6)
Chapter 17 (#uad5e396b-d85f-559d-aa93-61fbe9a8f97b)
Chapter 18 (#u7ac1b4fc-4d73-5ccb-819f-d27b3ba5072a)
Chapter 19 (#u7df75c08-c6bd-541e-826e-03d6e87a7bb7)
Chapter 20 (#u356d8659-5174-5528-a11d-36bd2033f207)
Chapter 21 (#u991f57e0-6cea-51ec-90a8-d95420356e29)
Chapter 22 (#u7fa641e9-14e4-5650-bd21-4786f38e272e)
Chapter 23 (#ua345b33c-d52f-594b-95b6-da4540983405)
Chapter 24 (#u5dd5bd06-e0a8-53e8-be8b-2ec58293bcda)
Chapter 25 (#u47feceb0-4484-5f16-ab89-820079776367)
Chapter 26 (#udf147c23-6f79-56c8-8ee0-94aeb18080ad)
Chapter 27 (#udfeabe86-c7b9-5354-bf11-a90c381795f0)
Chapter 28 (#u6bff16bf-2c43-5d21-b253-ae3d7138dd3d)
Chapter 29 (#u671b9cd5-deb4-5a13-a62a-78194d9ce05d)
Chapter 30 (#ud15fc464-5c6e-55b0-a280-44c36583fb3e)
Chapter 31 (#u98aacb07-2927-5e6f-9720-41b847004bf5)
Chapter 32 (#uc876000a-1e49-58b0-9be6-81185a8bb55c)
Chapter 33 (#u426f6c8f-c39e-58d0-81cc-2e7af84f442f)
Chapter 34 (#u90cb7e6d-81c9-58af-9b4b-aeea86020ef7)
Chapter 35 (#u0d12e8df-d1e1-5576-ba37-3125ee9181e5)
Chapter 36 (#ucf6ae61a-c50a-56e4-8079-956dd10b4304)
Chapter 37 (#u169c4278-4517-52b4-975e-d753d19b1294)
Chapter 38 (#u419180aa-e2aa-5174-a07f-8e142cbcf0ea)
Chapter 39 (#u3d63a2e3-ca37-5c48-8909-fc9d4cc385b0)
Chapter 40 (#u20e6d980-a306-5612-b15c-f146fed32258)
Chapter 41 (#ub2243a71-203c-502c-8802-7d3ee1033c9e)
Chapter 42 (#u3ab9d94c-0b72-5d85-906f-e3af6c3de375)
Chapter 43 (#u66e1761e-b7cc-5ada-ac10-32d6df3d15eb)
Chapter 44 (#u0e868af9-7850-5e42-8f94-b14531db719f)
Chapter 45 (#uc0874164-41ec-506c-927e-fc29d60e166a)
Chapter 46 (#uc9a5c0d7-537a-594a-a991-b2c8f5d73626)
Chapter 47 (#u3aad9e48-a128-5896-8961-487fbb0b74a6)
Chapter 48 (#ufdd5e4c3-1b82-5b62-8df1-1f08c38d5221)
Chapter 49 (#u519351d9-4c96-574c-b246-ab79d8d4d00a)
Chapter 50 (#u5b818104-ef5e-5388-8a0a-02b40f381457)
Chapter 51 (#u8042c6d2-9084-5a8d-b4fb-1c356ae5d267)
Chapter 52 (#u1aa938e2-a0c6-590e-88cd-3bb5bf8fd281)
Chapter 53 (#u947c2070-bcff-5c5b-a0ea-e9e40895760f)
Chapter 54 (#ud0acd81b-a65f-5890-8166-8b35826b56e1)
Chapter 55 (#ubbcb0475-3ffb-5b91-b27f-837d496671bd)
Chapter 56 (#u05b90204-1e7c-5e67-a8f8-3c47e595987e)
Epilogue (#u0b37eb43-d9fa-56e3-81b2-3d2926f6368d)
Acknowledgements (#u1a46f24f-36d4-53a3-b74c-07d7990a0c8b)
Keep Reading … (#ucbdd3b94-d9e7-5a4e-bb8b-a0ef1bf54768)
About the Author (#ude6a56b8-3800-5bd7-b6ca-45ce86533103)
Also by Cathy Hopkins (#u20918c78-4202-5f46-b953-67e9db45f468)
About the Publisher (#ud53b2985-0a54-5034-9fb3-67f2b6c4144b)
1 (#u7b04617b-344c-5dd3-9d3b-f7960b6d7d40)
It all began with a birthday gift from my friend, Marcia. Most people would think of giving a scarf, a pair of earrings, books or some scented bath oil but, oh no, not Marcia, not this time. She’d wanted to be different and present me something out of the ordinary.
‘Today’s our last day and you remember what we promised each other,’ she said as we sat, ready for breakfast, in rattan chairs on the terrace of our brightly coloured heritage hotel on the shore of Lake Pichola in Udaipur, India.
‘I do,’ said Pete, Marcia’s husband. ‘Presents! Time to reveal what we’ve all been planning.’ He reached down and produced three envelopes from his rucksack. He fanned his face with them then handed one to Marcia, one to me, and kept the last for himself. ‘These are from me. Happy fiftieths. May we have many more decades together.’
‘Especially in locations like this,’ I said as I gazed out over the water which was shimmering in the early morning sun. Udaipur was my favourite part of the holiday so far, a fairy tale of a city with a scenic and romantic setting, marble palaces, courtyards, gardens, temples, ancient narrow streets and, of course, stunning views from our hotel of the famous lake. And to top it all, presents. I knew that whatever Pete and Marcia had got me would be thoughtful and generous – from Marcia in particular; she loved to spoil friends and always picked something that was just right.
‘So go on, open them,’ said Pete.
‘I will,’ said Marcia, ‘but first …’ She handed me a tube of lotion and pointed at my nose which was red from the sun.
I laughed. ‘You never change.’ She’d been telling me what to do since I’d met her on my first day at secondary school. Along with all the other wide-eyed new girls, I’d entered the school gates, looking around for someone, anyone, I knew, but there was no one I could see from my junior school. I’d followed the crowd into assembly, got in line, and there in front of me was Marcia, her wild, black hair tamed into a long plait. She’d turned around, looked me up and down, assessing me, then she’d pulled her jumper up and rolled the waistband of her skirt, making it inches shorter than the knee-length uniform rule. She’d indicated that I should do the same which I did without question. ‘Welcome to seven years of hell. I reckon we should stick together.’ I’d laughed, impressed, and stuck close to her, and here she was, almost forty years later, still looking out for me and telling me what to do. I applied the coconut-scented cream, though it was really too late, my face blared Englishwoman abroad. Marcia, being dark skinned, never suffered the same problem, nor did Pete; in fact, his tan had developed evenly into a deep nut brown.
A handsome young waiter in a white starched uniform appeared and placed tall glasses of mango lassi on the table in front of us. Pete whipped out his iPhone and showed it to him. ‘Please would you take a photo? Three of us?’
The waiter nodded so Pete handed it to him then indicated that Marcia and I should pull our chairs close while he went to stand behind us.
‘Everybody smile,’ said the waiter and we grinned into the camera. ‘One more. Good.’
