The Man Who Died Twice (Thursday Murder Club, #2)

by Richard Osman

“And then, lo and behold, we turned a corner and found ourselves in the Madonna dell’Orto, and we’re up to our ears in Tintorettos and Bellinis. It was the perfect trip and, as far as Stephen was concerned, the whole weekend was one magical accident. And that’s because he is the weather, and I am the weather forecaster. He believes in fate, while I am fate.”

“More women are murdering people these days,” says Joyce. “If you ignore the context, it is a real sign of progress.”

And I said not at all, I was very proud of her, and she looked at me and said she was very proud of me too, and I asked what for, and she said I was kind and wise and brave, and I said she was clever and beautiful and had achieved things I would never be capable of, and we both started crying, and then we hugged and I told her I loved her and she told me she loved me.

Ron opens the front door and smiles. How did he end up with a grandson and a best mate like these two? Lucky fella.

Awwwwwww

Well, thinks Chris. Sitting at a concrete table with two friends, a pigeon enjoying a McDonald’s, and being in love. That was something to protect, wasn’t it?

“Let it go. Remember it as a happy time. You were at the top of the mountain, and now you’re in a valley. It will happen to you a number of times.” “So what do I do now?” “You climb the next mountain, of course.”

“You are simply a little lost, Donna. And if one is never lost in life, then clearly one has never traveled anywhere interesting.”