28
Hustling Fudge
The rest of the group had entirely missed Lucy’s encounter with Elizabeth, having already headed back across the cricket ground. Lucy caught up with them just as they were going into the pavilion.
‘Where did you get to?’ Alan asked. ‘You didn’t go for a detour to the crepe stall, did you?’
Lucy sighed. ‘I wouldn’t dare without you, Dad,’ she said.
‘That’s my girl. Right, staff eggnog. Do you want it non-alcoholic or loaded?’
‘How much brandy have you got?’ Lucy asked.
Jed Penrose took a plastic bag from under the table and pulled a bottle out of it. Grinning, he said, ‘Finest Estonian navy rum. A gift from the lad setting up a European booze stall outside the pub. Now, I’ll drop a little of this into the mix on the promise that no one gets too drunk to attend Chris
