Chapters (70)
- About the Author
- Also by Ruth Hogan
- Title Page
- Imprint Page
- How to use this eBook
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Contents
- The Promise
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- A few thoughts and more than a few thanks
- A Word About Our Covers
- Endmatter page 1
Imelda hadn’t yet agreed to do anything, but Ruby had invited her along to take a look. The recently appointed manager had asked Ruby to organise a talent show to audition new acts and when Shunty-Mae had heard about it, she had insisted on coming too.
‘I wouldn’t be doing readings in here,’ Imelda reassured her mother as they took their seats amongst the packed audience. ‘I’d have my own booth.’
Imelda never felt very comfortable in a crowd. The white noise of so many different voices, thoughts and energies often gave her a headache and she was glad when a man appeared on stage in a very dapper tuxedo and tapped the microphone to get proceedings underway.
‘Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and thank you so much for coming. My name is Marty Mount and I’m the new manager of Larkins Holiday Park. We have a real treat for you this evening as we search for new stars to provide top-class entertainment for our lucky guests this coming season. So, sit back and enjoy, and don’t be afraid to let us know what you think. And here to introduce the first act is my glamorous assistant, Ruby Campbell!’
Shunty-Mae rolled her eyes and whispered rather too loudly to Imelda, ‘And doesn’t he just think he’s the cock of the walk?’
Ruby, dressed in a figure-hugging black frock, walked onto the stage a little self-consciously and took the microphone from Marty, who looked rather put out at the enthusiastic applause and whistling that greeted her appearance. She cleared her throat nervously before announcing the first performer.
‘Please give a warm welcome to Magic Melvin and his Unbelievable Balls!’