Page 112 of Sisters
Susanna looked grim. ‘I will tell you exactly.’
EIGHTY-SIX
They could see teasing glimpses of blue as the car rose over a hill, or when the trees thinned to reveal the horizon.
‘Oh my God,’ said Abby, leaning forward to peer through the windscreen. ‘Is that what I think it is?’
‘The Atlantic,’ said Ellie.
They continued in silence, looking out for the sea, which became more visible as they got closer, passing rocky outcrops, trees misshapen by years of westerlies blowing off the ocean, until the single-track road came to a natural halt.
Abby stopped the car and turned off the engine. Both girls stared ahead. Land had ended. They were on the edge of an enormous cliff, the ocean spread out before them. Far out to sea, the horizon stretched until it blurred into a blue haze. A breathtaking drop below, the waves battered the edge of the rock. Gulls wheeled on thermals, soaring, looking for all the world as if they were in their own playground.
‘Vixía Herbeira, six hundred and twenty-one metres – that’s nearly six times the height of the White Cliffs of Dover,’ quoted Ellie.
Abby looked at her sister. ‘Is thatthecliff? Theif you don’t visit in life, you’ll visit in deathcliff?’
‘Yep.’ Ellie saw Abby staring in wonder. ‘Now, for God’s sake, don’t do anything crazy. NoThelma and Louise.’
Abby was puzzled. ‘Thelma and Louise?’
‘Yes, you know, the movie. Driving off the edge.’
‘Why did they do that?’
‘To evade capture. To be free. Don’t tell me you’ve never seen it.’
‘I didn’t really go to the cinema.’
‘Good God, Abby, it’s ancient. It came out in the nineties.’
‘I never had cable either.’
‘It would be on normal TV. Please tell me you watched TV.’
Abby was indignant. ‘Of course I did! I’m not a freak. Just not that often. Too tired or at work. Must have missed our friends Thelma and Louise. Were they sisters?’
Ellie smiled to herself. ‘Might as well have been.’
‘OK, Louise,’ said Abby. ‘I’m not going to drive off that cliff.’
‘I think you’re probably Louise,’ said Ellie. ‘The level-headed one. The one who was strong, who led all the time. The achiever.’
‘You’ve achieved,’ said Abby.
Ellie let out a small laugh.
‘Of course you have. You’ve lived your life to the full. Travelled, had experiences I’ve deliberately deprived myself of.’
‘But you had the high-flying career.’
‘Not the life, though. You may have had a stunted childhood being wrapped up in cotton wool but you sure made up for it.’
Ellie pondered, eyes lighting up as this new revelation sank in. Maybe she had.
‘Who are you calling stunted?’
Abby smiled.
Table of Contents
- Page 1
- Page 2
- Page 3
- Page 4
- Page 5
- Page 6
- Page 7
- Page 8
- Page 9
- Page 10
- Page 11
- Page 12
- Page 13
- Page 14
- Page 15
- Page 16
- Page 17
- Page 18
- Page 19
- Page 20
- Page 21
- Page 22
- Page 23
- Page 24
- Page 25
- Page 26
- Page 27
- Page 28
- Page 29
- Page 30
- Page 31
- Page 32
- Page 33
- Page 34
- Page 35
- Page 36
- Page 37
- Page 38
- Page 39
- Page 40
- Page 41
- Page 42
- Page 43
- Page 44
- Page 45
- Page 46
- Page 47
- Page 48
- Page 49
- Page 50
- Page 51
- Page 52
- Page 53
- Page 54
- Page 55
- Page 56
- Page 57
- Page 58
- Page 59
- Page 60
- Page 61
- Page 62
- Page 63
- Page 64
- Page 65
- Page 66
- Page 67
- Page 68
- Page 69
- Page 70
- Page 71
- Page 72
- Page 73
- Page 74
- Page 75
- Page 76
- Page 77
- Page 78
- Page 79
- Page 80
- Page 81
- Page 82
- Page 83
- Page 84
- Page 85
- Page 86
- Page 87
- Page 88
- Page 89
- Page 90
- Page 91
- Page 92
- Page 93
- Page 94
- Page 95
- Page 96
- Page 97
- Page 98
- Page 99
- Page 100
- Page 101
- Page 102
- Page 103
- Page 104
- Page 105
- Page 106
- Page 107
- Page 108
- Page 109
- Page 110
- Page 111
- Page 112 (reading here)
- Page 113
- Page 114
- Page 115
- Page 116