The Accidental Life Of Greg Millar - Plot & Excerpts
Greg, Hilary and the children go ahead to France while I finish up a job at the office. A week later, Greg collects me at Nice Airport. Looking tanned and fit, he lifts me up and twirls me round. I laugh. It’s only been a week, but I’ve missed him so much. He grabs my case and takes off. I have to run to keep up. Outside, his Range Rover is parked illegally. He throws my case in the back and makes for the front. I think he’s opening my door for me, like he always does, but when he jumps inside, I realise my mistake. Left-hand drive. I go around. The engine’s already running when I climb in. The car’s an oven. ‘Gordon Is a Moron’, a punk favourite of Greg’s, is blaring. Two months ago, I’d never heard of it. And, though it’s hilarious, I turn it down and the air conditioning up. We follow a sign for Marseilles, Cannes, Antibes. The grey and green of Ireland have been replaced by hazy blue and faded olive. We hit a motorway. Sea on our left; mountains on our distant right.
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