The Surprise Party. Sue Welfare

      SUE WELFARE

       The Surprise Party

      Copyright

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction.

       The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Copyright © Sue Welfare 2011

      Sue Welfare asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

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      Source ISBN: 9781847561183

       Ebook Edition © 2011 ISBN: 9780007432493 Version: 2018-07-10

      With thanks to the wonderful Maggie Phillips, the brilliant Sammia Rafique and the fantastic team at Avon.

      This book is dedicated to my new husband, my old children and my faithful dog, along with my fabulous friends – you know who you are.

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty-One

      Chapter Twenty-Two

      Chapter Twenty-Three

      Chapter Twenty-Four

      Epilogue

      A guide to Family Get-Togethers And How To Survive Them

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      Prologue

      Chapter One

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      Chapter One

      ‘If you could just take the balloons and the rest of your equipment round to the back, please. We don’t want anything to give the game away, do we?’ Suzie said, pointing the way to the young man who was standing on the front lawn of her parents’ house with a helium cylinder and a large cardboard box on a trolley. ‘And then if you could just move your van?’

      The young man was wearing spotless navy blue overalls and a baseball cap emblazoned with the legend: ‘Danny from Cheryl’s Party Paradiso – we help you live your fantasy’. His van was topped with big glass-fibre balloons and a trail of lurid candyfloss pink and silver stars.

      If acne was your fantasy, Danny was your man. He didn’t move.

      ‘It’s meant to be a surprise,’ Suzie said as brightly as she could manage. It had been a long, long day, and there were still lots of things to do, but there didn’t appear to be so much as a flicker of comprehension from Danny.

      ‘For my parents? Rose and Jack? It’s their ruby wedding anniversary – it’s written on the balloons? We’re having a party. Round the back?’ she said in desperation.

      Still nothing.

      ‘You really can’t miss it, there’s a great big marquee in the garden.’

      Finally Danny smiled. Suzie couldn’t help wondering if he had been sniffing the contents of the gas cylinder in his spare time.

      ‘Is that that woman off the telly?’ he said, pointing towards the front door.

      ‘Ah,’ said Suzie, groaning inwardly. ‘Yes it is. She’s my sister.’

      ‘No!’ said Danny, eyes wide with amazement. ‘Wow, really? That’s awesome.’

      Suzie stared at him and sighed.

      Lizzie was standing on the doorstep of their parents’ cottage, perfectly framed by a mass of pink roses climbing up over the porch. She was wearing something artfully casual and horribly expensive and was apparently just taking in the view. She had arrived about half an hour earlier and, to the untrained observer, it might look as if she was standing in the porch by accident, but a lifetime of having Lizzie as a little sister had taught Suzie that she was standing there waiting to be noticed.

      Danny reddened as Lizzie apparently noticed them. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, beamed in their direction and did one of those little show-bizzy fingertip waves before sashaying over.

      ‘Well, hello there,’ she purred, taking in the logo on the young man’s overalls as she extended her hand towards him. ‘Lovely to see you. You must be Danny.’

      The boy, all embarrassment and eagerness, looked as if he might explode. ‘That’s me,’ he said, as they shook hands. ‘Danny.’

      ‘And how are you, Danny ?’

      ‘Oh right, I’m fine – yeah, really great – thank you,’ he spluttered.

      ‘Good, now would you mind awfully taking all this lot round the back of the house and getting rid of the van? This is supposed to be a surprise party and it’s a bit of a giveaway.’

      ‘I’ve already told him that,’ Suzie began; not that the boy was listening.

      ‘Right-oh,’ he said to Lizzie. ‘Course, not a problem. I watch you all the time on Starmaker, you know.’

      ‘Really?’ Lizzie