Free P.S. I Love You by Cecelia Ahern Page B

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    She picked it up and ran it over in her hands. Who would know if she opened it early? Sharon and John had probably forgotten there was even an envelope for May, and Denise was probably conked out after the stress of her two-day hangover. She could just as easily lie if they ever asked her if she cheated, then again they probably wouldn’t even care. No one would know and no one would care.
    But that wasn’t true.
    Gerry would know.
    Each time Holly held the envelopes in her hand she felt a connection with Gerry. The last two times she opened them she had felt as though Gerry were sitting right beside her and laughing at her reactions. She felt like they were playing a game together even though they were in two different worlds. But she could feel him, and he would know if she cheated, he would know if she disobeyed the rules of their game.
    After another cup of coffee Holly was bouncing off the walls. The small hand of the clock seemed to be auditioning for a part in Baywatch with its slow-motion run around the dial, but eventually it struck midnight. Once again she slowly turned the envelope over and treasured every moment of the process. Gerry sat opposite her at the table. “Go on; open it!”
    She carefully tore open the seal and ran her fingers along it, knowing the last thing that had touched it was Gerry’s tongue. She slid the card out of its pouch and opened it.
    Go on, Disco Diva! Face your fear of karaoke at Club Diva this month and you never know, you might be rewarded…
    PS, I love you…
    She felt Gerry watching her and the corners of her lips lifted into a smile and she began to laugh. Holly kept repeating ‘ no way! ’ whenever she caught her breath. Finally she calmed down and announced to the room, “Gerry! You bastard! There is absolutely no way I am going through with this!”
    Gerry laughed louder.
    “This is not funny. You know how I feel about this, and I refuse to do it. Nope. No way. Not doing it.”
    “You have to do it, you know,” laughed Gerry.
    “I do not have to do this!”
    “Do it for me.”
    “I am not doing it for you, for me or for world peace. I hate karaoke!”
    “Do it for me,” he repeated.
    The sound of the phone caused Holly to jump in her seat. It was Sharon. “OK, it’s five past twelve, what did it say? John and I are dying to know!”
    “What makes you think I opened it?”
    “Ha!” Sharon snorted. “Twenty years of friendship qualifies me as being an expert on you; now come on, tell us what it says.”
    “I’m not doing it,” Holly stated bluntly.
    “What? You’re not telling us?”
    “No, I’m not doing what he wants me to do.”
    “Why, what is it?”
    “Oh, just Gerry’s pathetic attempt at being humorous ,” she snapped at the ceiling.
    “Oh, I’m intrigued now,” Sharon said, “tell us.”
    “Holly, spill the beans, what is it?” John was on the downstairs phone.
    “OK…Gerry wants me…to…singatakaraoke,” she rushed out.
    “Huh? Holly, we didn’t understand a word you said,” Sharon gave out.
    “No, I did,” interrupted John. “I think I heard something about a karaoke. Am I right?”
    “Yes,” Holly replied like a bold little girl.
    “And do you have to sing?” inquired Sharon.
    “Ye-eess,” she replied slowly. Maybe if she didn’t say it, it wouldn’t have to happen.
    The other two burst out laughing so loud, Holly had to quickly remove the phone from her ear. “Phone me back when the two of you shut up,” she said angrily, hanging up.
    A few minutes later they called back.
    “Yes?”
    She heard Sharon snort down the phone, relapse into a fit of the giggles and then the line went dead.
    Ten minutes later she phoned back.
    “Yes?”
    “OK.” Sharon had an overly serious ‘let’s get down to business’ tone in her voice. “I’m sorry about that, I’m fine now. Don’t look at me, John,” Sharon said away from the phone. “I’m sorry, Holly, but I just kept thinking about the last time