The Undomestic Goddess

by Sophie Kinsella

“Take a month off. Why not? They’re not going to fire you. Come to the airport, we’ll get you a ticket.…” “Freya, you’re crazy. Seriously.” I squeeze her arm. “I love you—but you’re crazy.”

“Absolutely!” I say, seizing on this excuse in relief. “Of course! I’m far more used to working with a … a … a Nimbus 2000.” Trish peers at me in surprise. “Isn’t that the broomstick out of Harry Potter?”

They knew they belonged together and that was more important than anything else in life.”

At the thought I’m seized with excitement—and at the same time, a kind of fear. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.