nineteen
As Melody’s shocking words reverberated around the café, there ensued a thudding noise. Elizabeth watched with dazed eyes as Melody jumped to her feet and went to unlock the door. A olive-skinned young man with floppy hair and facial piercings limped through the entrance.
‘Eduardo! What have you done now?’ The disapproving tone in Melody’s voice was evident.
‘Jumped off a stage,’ Eduardo said sheepishly. ‘I couldn’t help myself, the crowd were going wild.’
‘Jeez.’ Melody cuffed him playfully round the ear. ‘One of these days you’re going to do yourself a serious injury. This is Lizzie, by the way – remember, you’ve employed her to be a backing singer?’
‘Hey.’ Eduardo lifted one hand before sinking onto a seat. ‘Papa said we can have the back room until the café opens at midda
