“C’mon, Lucy,” Baz called from downstairs. “Time to go.”
Lucy: Gotta go. Text later
Lucy: Love you
Emily: LU2. Have a good time.
Emily: Don’t spend all your money on tickets for the tombola
Lucy: Hah! We’re running the bloody tombola!
She grabbed her bag and hurried downstairs.
“Take this for me, will you?” Baz said. He handed her a cake tin, and balanced a Tupperware box on top of it.
“Don’t drop it,” Mike said, coming back in from outside, where Baz’s car stood, with its hatchback open. “I spent weeks perfecting that cake recipe.”
The car, normally full of medical stuff Baz used for home visits in his job, held boxes full of tombola prizes, which Lucy had helped her uncles stick raffle tickets to the night before. There were also a couple of folding lawn chairs, umbrellas, and r
