Wrong Direction by Ramsey Lance

Author:Ramsey, Lance [Ramsey, Lance]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2013-06-20T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

“This calls for a celebration”, said Daniel, leading the charge. It was just past ten, the very last seating at Plateau (so he said). Some phone calls and sweet-talking later, there they were, sitting in posh digs (private dining, wine rack and all), with a glass of bubbly in each hand, cheersing each other, delirious.

“And a big tremendulant woo-hoo thanks has to go to Jacky-(oh-better-not-call-you-that) Jack here, who managed to lose his voice and win us Simon Bloody Lithgow in the process.”

“Actually, Tishy, to be fair, I think the really big thanks goes to Josh, for pulling it all off” Ollie responded.

“Ya then, guys and dolls, To Jack and Josh” Daniel offered, with a wicked grin on his face. Leon snorted.

“To Jack and Josh” the others repeated, toasting the pair. Jack and Josh looked at each other, then quickly around.

As everyone drank, Jack objected - “Tish, really you’re too humble, you know”.

Josh quickly chimed in “Yeah, Tishy, we couldn’t do without your voice, or we wouldn’t have a band”

Jack shot him a look.

“Boys, boys, let’s not get tiffy” Daniel drawled, spreading his hands out over the table, as if he was physically breaking them apart. “Now, the venison in chockie sauce is delish”

“Fab. Choices, people?” Lydia commanded, and reluctantly they opened their menus. To fill the uncomfortable silence, Lydia continued “Oh, Arch, darling, won’t we be the toast of the Lido deck now, famous friends and all”

“Hu-rrah, Lyds” he replied, the only one still with gusto.

“Toast of whom, sweets?” asked Josh.

“Oh, sorry, Joshy, I know you couldn’t get out. The boat. Such a shame, ya. We’re orf tomrrow”

“Oh. The Boat.”

Jack looked up, and seeing his confusion, Lydia was almost gloatingly happy to explain. “Daddy has a little eighty-footer - a yacht, darling - and so we’re doing a summer lap - Cote D’Azur to Cinque Terra - you know”

“Cinque Terre, actually” Noah interjected, quickly interrupting himself to say “Oh, but Cinque Terra if you say so Lyds, don’t kick me off!” She didn’t respond, as the waiter had come around and was obsequiously taking her order.

“So, what, you’re all going, just like that, then?” Jack asked.

“We stayed for your gig, didn’t we?” Lydia replied.

“I’m not going” Josh morosely responded.

“Huh? How come?” asked Jack.

“Well, only I thought…” began Josh, blushing.

“Yah, he’s not the only one” Leon interrupted, thumbing his butter knife at himself and Daniel.

“Oh please, my father is not that homophobic” Lydia barked then she more quietly added “Er, he just didn’t think the decks would fit all the extra … baggage”.

“Packages, Lyds. He didn’t want us around all the packages” Daniel drawled, toying with the flute in his fingers.

Another deafening silence descended, and no more explanations were given.

“Hey Tishy, that stuff this morning about your ma”, Jack whispered, “I meant to say, um, I like you hair curly”

“Yes, well, Frizzy is funky, mummie always says. Ugh, I loathe her!” she whined. Aware everyone was listening, she rounded her gaze on Lydia. “She’s a total Blairite, right down to the galoshes.

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