3
‘Ves,’ snapped Val the following morning, ten o’clock sharp, somewhere in the midst of the city of York. ‘Calm down. They aren’t going to be there.’
‘They might be,’ I protested. ‘Well, maybe not all of them. One of them? It could happen.’
‘The Elvyngs have more important things to do than hover about in The Shambles signing autographs.’
‘Hovering,’ I beamed. ‘Literally.’
‘No.’
‘I don’t want an autograph. I just want to…’ I paused. ‘I don’t even know.’
‘Gush about how amazing they are, knowing you.’
‘You think me absurd. I knew it.’
‘Ves, everyone thinks you’re absurd.’
‘Except Alban. He thinks I’m impressive.’ I wanted to add Jay’s name to the (incredibly short) list; he’d shown signs of looking up to me when he’d first arrived. But I had pretty much put paid to that by now. N
