21
Test Flight
An hour later, her throat so sore she was barely able to croak, Lucy emerged from the changing room where Frederika had attempted to teach her to yodel and went through into the pavilion bar, where Ellie was stirring a vat of hot chocolate for workmen lining up to drink. A few of them gave her strange looks, but the Christmas songs blaring out of the speakers were a lot louder than they had been an hour ago. Lucy hoped it had been loud enough to cover the cacophony of supposed sound Frederika had encouraged her to make, which to Lucy had sounded like a broken violin through a guitar amp being hit by a baseball bat.
‘I’ll throw in an extra marshmallow,’ Ellie said, patting Lucy on the arm. ‘I suspect you’ll need it.’
‘Thanks,’ Lucy muttered.
Outside, Tarquin was standing
