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Talent Show
‘I’ll have another one. Double. Whatever it is, I don’t care. Double it.’
Tarquin put a hand on her arm. At least she thought it was Tarquin’s, but there were at least three of him now, and she couldn’t be sure if he was really there or a figment of her imagination.
‘Don’t you think you’ve drunk enough? It’s only lunchtime, and if you drink too much more you won’t be able to yodel tonight.’
The statement was so absurd Lucy couldn’t help but break into a spontaneous fit of wild laughter. She had images of The Lighthouse Keeper emptying, but whether it really did or not she couldn’t be sure; she could barely see the hands at the ends of her arms.
‘She faked it, Tarquin,’ she said. ‘I saw him, up on the cliff. Shawn, the photo chap. He was clicking away the whole time. No
