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The Beauty Chorus
     

The Beauty Chorus

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by Kate Lord Brown
 

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New Year's Eve, 1940: Evie Chase, the beautiful debutante daughter of an adoring ?RAF commander, gazes out at the sky as swing music drifts from the ballroom. With bombs falling nightly in London, she resolves that the coming year will bring more than just dances and tennis matches. She is determined to do her bit for the war effort.

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New Year's Eve, 1940: Evie Chase, the beautiful debutante daughter of an adoring ?RAF commander, gazes out at the sky as swing music drifts from the ballroom. With bombs falling nightly in London, she resolves that the coming year will bring more than just dances and tennis matches. She is determined to do her bit for the war effort.

2nd January, 1941: Evie curses her fashionable heels as they skid on the frozen ?ground of her local airfield. She is here to volunteer for 'The Beauty Chorus', the female pilots who fly much-needed planes to bases across the country. Soon, she is billeted in a tiny country cottage, sharing with an anxious young mother and a naive teenager.

Thrown together by war, these three very different women soon become friends, confidantes and fellow adventuresses. But as they take to the skies, they will also face hardship, prejudice and tragedy. Can their new-found bond survive their darkest hours?

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ISBN-13:
9780857894250
Publisher:
Atlantic Books
Publication date:
05/01/2012
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Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
440
Sales rank:
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The Beauty Chorus


By Kate Lord Brown

Atlantic Books Ltd

Copyright © 2011 Kate Lord Brown
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-85789-425-0



CHAPTER 1

'Ten, nine, eight ...' Swing music and laughter from the party drifted out through the open door to Evie. As she walked down the long moonlit driveway to her father's house, snowflakes caught on her eyelashes. Her footsteps on the frozen gravel fell into time with the big-band tune bubbling into the chill midnight air and she sang under her breath: 'How High the Moon ...' The Bentleys and Rolls Royces parked along the drive had a light coating of snow on them already, and in spite of her white fur coat she shivered with cold, her feet frozen in her silver evening shoes.

'Miss Evelyn!' The butler stepped forward to catch her mink coat as it slipped from her shoulders. As the staff door swung closed, Evie caught sight of the grey-uniformed chauffeurs smoking and chatting, one with the pink-cheeked housemaid on his knee sipping Guinness. 'Your father has been asking for you,' the butler said as she shook the snow from her glossy dark hair.

'Has he, Ross?' She smoothed her pale silver satin Schiaparelli gown, and raised her chin defiantly as a cheer went up.

'1941!' Leo 'Lucky' Chase cried out, one arm raising a glass of champagne, the other clutching Virginia, his latest wife.

'I'm amazed he even noticed I'd gone.' Evie nodded her thanks to Ross. She touched up her red lipstick in the hall mirror then twisted her shoulder to adjust the long rope of diamonds that fell from her throat to the deep curved back of the dress. She glanced down at the hem of her gown and noticed for the first time how wet it was from trudging through the snow. 'In for a penny ...' she murmured.

Instead of going in to the party, Evie walked on across the marble hall. Heads turned as she passed, the silver dress rippling over her curves like mercury. She flung open the terrace windows and slipped off her shoes, swinging them nonchalantly in one hand. She dropped them at the edge of the steaming, heated pool. Leo liked it to be warm all year. A crowd gathered on the terrace as Evie executed a perfect dive, her body streaking underwater like a silver fish before surfacing at the other end. A cheer greeted her as she stepped elegantly up from the pool, squeezing the water from her hair.

'Evie! You're bonkers!' A young officer in uniform planted a kiss on her cheek and draped a blanket around her shoulders. 'Happy New Year!'

'Hello, Peter.' She slipped her arm through his.

'Come on, let's get you inside before you catch your death.'

He led her around the packed dance floor to the bar. People smiled indulgently as she passed – you could always count on Evie to make an entrance.

'Where have you been all night?'

A drunken girl in a pale blue bias-cut gown giggled as Peter handed Evie a brandy.

'I went to see Mary, Charles's mother.'

Evie put the glass on the mantelpiece and warmed her toes by the fire. Somehow she managed to make even a blanket look like an elegant wrap.

'How is she?' The smile fell from Peter's face as Evie pursed her lips and shrugged. 'Jolly decent of you to go out tonight.'

'I didn't like to think of her alone. She looked so awfully sad on Boxing Day.'

'Of all of us, I thought Charlie would make it through,' Peter said quietly. 'He was so full of life. I'll never forget the two of you bombing down that black run in Chamonix. You were determined to beat him.'

Evie shook her head. 'He was like a brother to me. You never can tell which one of us is going to get bumped off next.'

'Evie!' Leo cut through the crowd towards her. He barely cleared five feet, but he was a dynamo of a man and whenever he bore down on her Evie pictured a missile skimming through water. Without her heels their gazes locked, eye to eye. He eyed her wet, clinging dress with exasperation.

She held up a hand. 'Before you start, I went to see Mary.'

Nonplussed, he thought quickly. 'She's only in the next village. What took so long?'

'I ran out of petrol.'

'Not again! How many times have I told you?'

'Daddy, I can't get used to this rationing ... I thought I had enough left.'

'You can't drive on fumes! Especially not at the speed you drive. Where's the Aston?'

'On the verge between here and White Waltham.'

He frowned. 'I'll send Cullen in the morning.'

'Sorry, Daddy.' Evie bit her lip.

'What am I going to do with you?' As Leo embraced her, Evie saw the scowl on Virginia's face and raised a triumphant eyebrow.

'Happy New Year.' She planted a quick kiss on his cheek before he bustled back into the party. Her father's cocksure, springing step reminded her of a Jack Russell out on the razzle, up to no good.

'I don't know how you do it.' Peter shook his head.

Evie watched her father in his element, surrounded by friends and hangers-on, and that old familiar loneliness crept in. 'Years of practice. So,' she said briskly, 'what have I missed?'

'It's been marvellous!' the drunken girl trilled. 'Lucky always throws the most wonderful parties. Tonight you'd never know there was a war on!' A young soldier grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor as the big band struck up 'In the Mood'.

Evie shook her head. 'Silly girl.'

'Come on old thing!' Peter laughed. 'You're only twenty yourself! Have some fun.'

She shook her head. 'No. I'm tired of ...' She waved her hand. 'All this. Talking to Mary tonight, I felt I must do something. Even the Countess of Wharncliffe is running a bomb factory, and I heard the Duchess of Norfolk is breeding rabbits.'

'What do you know about bombs and rabbits?'

'Nothing, but I could learn.' Evie frowned.

Peter tilted his head, gently took her in his arms. 'Don't be blue. Charlie ...' He sighed. 'It's just awful bad luck, but if we let every death get to us, we'll never win this bloody war. We've got to be strong.' His voice shook slightly. 'Besides which, this is my last night of freedom, and I at least deserve to have some fun.'

'I'm sorry, Peter.' Evie shivered as she pulled the blanket around her. 'I'd forgotten. When are you leaving?'

'I have to be at Debden first thing.'

'When I see all you chaps going off to fly, I wish —'

'You're a more natural pilot than I'll ever be!' Peter cut in. His gaze settled on a table of men in uniform on the other side of the dance floor. 'Are you serious?'

'About what?'

'Doing something useful.'

'Absolutely!'

'Come on then.' He took her arm and steered her through the crowd, stopping at the table. 'Excuse me, sir.' He leant down to talk to the distinguished-looking grey-haired officer smoking a pipe. 'Squadron Leader Peter Taylor.'

The officer stood and shook his hand. 'Pleased to meet you.' He turned to Evie. 'And this lovely young lady is Miss Chase, if I am not mistaken?' He kissed her hand.

'Evie, this is Captain Eric Bailey.'

'But you can call me Badger, everyone does.' He smiled as he smoothed the white streak in his hair. 'At least behind my back.'

'Miss Chase is a pilot, sir,' Peter said.

Bailey eyed her wet dress. 'Really? I'd have had you down as a sailor.'

'Most amusing, sir.'

'How many hours have you got?' Bailey sucked at his pipe.

'Oh, not —' Evie's eyes opened wide.

'She's a very good pilot,' Peter interrupted. Turning to Evie he said pointedly, 'Captain Bailey helps run the Air Transport Auxiliary at White Waltham.'

'The ferry pilots?' She held Peter's gaze. He nodded.

'What have you flown?' Bailey folded his arms.

'Tiger Moths mainly.' She tried to sound confident. Tiger Moths only, she thought, and a couple of hundred hours at that.

'Well, Miss Chase, we need good pilots. Why don't you come over to White Waltham one morning and see what you think?'

'Really?'

'It's not what you're used to. But we need all the chaps ...' he corrected himself, 'and gals we can get our hands on. In fact, we have some new recruits arriving tomorrow. Why don't you join them, come along for a test flight and see what you think? Ask for Commander Pauline Gower.' He shook their hands and rejoined his table.

'Why didn't Daddy tell me he was going to be here?' she said to Peter as they stepped onto the dance floor.

Peter laughed as he swung her around to the music. 'Probably because he knew you'd jump at the chance of signing up.'


In the early hours, as dawn broke over the frozen fields and cars negotiated their way up the driveway, thin beams of blacked-out headlights guiding the way, Evie and Peter stood in the porch. He tucked his cap under his arm. 'Well, old girl, here we are again.' He forced a smile. 'I'll see you in the spring, if I'm lucky.'

She screwed her eyes tight shut as she embraced him. 'Silly boy, of course you will.'

His lips brushed her hairline. 'You remember our promise? If you're not married by your twenty-first ...'

Evie laughed as she stepped back. 'Oh, Peter, we were just children.' She saw the pain in his eyes, and pulled her fur coat close around her. 'You're serious, aren't you?' she said, as Leo and Virginia showed the last guests to their cars.

'I adore you, Evie, I always have.' He took her hand. 'No, don't say anything, please. I know we had fun, deb's delight and all that, but you mean more than that to me. I just wanted you to know, that's all, in case —'

'Don't.' She touched his lips. 'I'll see you in the spring.'

'Are you off now, Peter?' As Leo strode over, they moved apart.

'Yes, sir. Thank you for a marvellous send-off.'

'You be safe now.' Leo shook his hand. 'Go give Jerry what for!'

'Good luck, Evie.' Peter turned towards her as he walked away, his footsteps crunching along the dark driveway. 'You will write and let me know how you get on tomorrow?' he called.

'What are you doing tomorrow?' Leo slipped his arm around Virginia's waist.

'I've a test flight with the ATA at White Waltham.' Evie waited for the explosion.

'Over my dead body!'

'Daddy, I'm twenty years old, you can't stop me.'

'If you go I'll cut off your allowance.'

As Ross closed the heavy wooden door behind them, he coughed discreetly. 'Will that be all, sir?'

'Yes thank you, Ross,' Leo said. 'The Aston's stranded on the White Waltham road. Would you ask Cullen to pick it up in the morning?'

'Yes, sir.'

The moment the kitchen door swung closed, Leo turned on his daughter. 'Right. What's all this nonsense?' The colour rose in his cheeks. 'What do you think you're going to do? Deliver planes around the country in all weathers, with no guns?'

'I think it's a marvellous idea.' Virginia folded her arms.

'What?' Leo and Evie said simultaneously.

'Lucky, darling, Evie's been saying for months she wants to do something to help the war effort, and she does love to fly.'

'No!' Leo clenched his fists. 'I'm not having it. We'll talk about this in the morning.'

Virginia calmly reached for a cigarette from the silver box on the hall table as he stormed upstairs. 'I'll talk to him.' She leant against the table as she exhaled a plume of blue smoke.

'Why are you being so reasonable about this?' Evie said.

'Why do you think? I want you out of our house.'

Evie's temper flared. 'Your house? Since when? This is my father's house, I have every right —'

'Oh, Evie, of course you do.' Virginia's voice was sweet, cajoling. With Evie, she often felt like she was talking to a petulant toddler. At least once a day Virginia found herself clinging, white-knuckled, to her patience. She smiled sweetly as she counted to ten. 'But think of your father. You know how hard he's been working, how tired he is —'

'Tired? Daddy? What rot.' Evie shook her head as she laughed.

'You're always gadding around here with your friends, you won't have noticed.' Virginia smiled sweetly. 'It would be so much better for your father to have some peace and quiet for a change. Quite frankly, you want to fly, and I want you to fly the nest.' She flapped her hands. 'Do we have a deal?'

'Where do the ATA girls stay anyway?' Evie bit the inside of her cheek.

'Oh, I don't know.' Virginia stifled a yawn. 'No doubt there are some ghastly barracks or something. It will do you good to rough it for a change.' Her eyes glinted as Evie headed towards the stairs. 'I bet you won't last a day.'

On the first step, Evie paused and turned, the light of the chandelier catching on the rope of diamonds at her throat. She walked back towards her stepmother. 'You want to bet?'

'What's the wager?'

'If I win,' she said, 'if I don't get bumped off before this horrible war is over, you leave.'

Virginia gazed down at her, an amused smile twitching on her lips. 'And if I win? If you give up?'

'Then I'll move out anyway, join the Red Cross in town or something.'

'You have a deal,' she said as she stubbed out her cigarette. 'Not that I can imagine you folding bandages for a moment.' She clicked her fingers. 'The diamonds, please.'

'These were my mother's!'

'If Leo's going to cut you off I don't want them ending up at some dreadful pawn shop.'

'I don't want the diamonds, or the money. You're welcome to them.' Evie yanked off the jewels and thrust them into Virginia's waiting hand. She watched as her stepmother looped the glittering necklace around her wrist and held it to the light. As the diamonds gleamed coldly against her skin, Virginia wondered if it had all been worth it. Once, jewels, money had been all she had ever wanted. Now they were all she had. It seemed to her that her life as Mrs Leo Chase was like a clock slowly winding down. These days he came home at night less and less. Even her attempts to make him jealous went unnoticed now. She had tried with Lucky, she really had – and with Evie for that matter. She saw the angry defiance in Evie's face and wondered whether she had ever really given her a chance.

Virginia pressed her lips into a tight smile and patted Evie's cheek slowly – once, twice. 'Now, run along. You'll need a good night's sleep.' She watched as Evie turned on her heel and stalked up the stairs. 'Sweet dreams,' she called, her smile fading as she turned out the lights.

CHAPTER 2

Stella had been making bread in the cramped kitchen of her aunt's flat when the siren went off. She hadn't noticed, just went on pounding the dough again and again, tears running silently down her cheeks. Her aunt had taken her gently by the arm, led her out onto Oxford Street, where people scurried, hunch-shouldered, heads down beneath the sweeping searchlights, to the shelters.

In the crush of bodies, they were separated. Stella found herself swept along in the darkness, down makeshift steps to a crowded chamber where people were already settling down for the night. She squeezed onto a bench and closed her eyes, hoping no one would talk to her as she tried to calm the panic rising in her. In spite of the cold, her hands were clammy with sweat.

For hours she sat feigning sleep as the bombardment continued, willing the claustrophobia to subside. The cry of a baby finally roused her, and her eyes flickered open, focusing on the little group of cradles beneath a forlorn Christmas tree decked with pink lights.

'Hush,' the woman sitting beside Stella cooed, tucking one of the babies in. She glanced at Stella. 'You're new aren't you, dear? Haven't seen you in our shelter before.' As she settled back and shook out her knitting, a powdery scent of violets and stale sweat escaped the tight embrace of her tweed coat.

Stella blinked. 'Yes, yes I am.' At the sound of her voice, so unlike theirs, several people looked up. Cut-glass, that's what they called it around there.

'Visiting family?' the woman probed, needles flashing in the light of the paraffin lamp.

She nodded. 'My aunt —' At the sound of another bomb overhead she broke off. Those awake held their breath, mentally tracing the path of the bomber, the rat-tat-tat of the anti-aircraft guns. The breath caught in Stella's throat, she gagged slightly.

'Oh I know,' the woman whispered. 'You get used to it. I've complained to the warden about the stink down here. Oxford Street, I ask you, and here we are living like rats with the chemical closets overflowing.' A muffled moan came from the furthest bunk and she tutted again. 'Those two should get themselves off to the courting shelter. Don't want that sort of goings-on in here.'

As the bomb exploded, everyone exhaled. Not them this time. A muffled cheer filtered through from the next-door shelter and Stella heard a Glenn Miller record strike up.

'Your aunt you say?'

'Sorry?' She pulled her attention back to the woman's tired, puffy face. 'Yes.' She ran a hand through the waves of her blonde, newly bobbed hair. There was a bruise on her forehead. In the confusion as the warden ushered her into the shelter, she hadn't ducked low enough for the door, had banged her head on the way in. 'I'm staying the night with Dorothy, Dorothy Blower.'

'Well you picked a good one!' A man laughed from the shadows. 'Worst so far. The last few nights it's been like the Great Fire all over again.'


(Continues...)

Excerpted from The Beauty Chorus by Kate Lord Brown. Copyright © 2011 Kate Lord Brown. Excerpted by permission of Atlantic Books Ltd.
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Kate Lord Brown has worked as an art consultant, curating collections for palaces and embassies in Europe and the Middle East. She was a finalist in ITV's The People's Author competition in 2009. Visit her website at www.katelordbrown.com

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The Beauty Chorus 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A flying romantic novel. Gave a nice enjoyable story of the women who flew during WWII in Britain. Three stories of friends in the ATA, civilian pilots who ferried planes across Britain. The novel includes: a rich girl, a sad mother, a young farm girl, air accidents, a possible murder, lovers, friends, jealousy, dances, lies, fights, and more. Highly recommended. Other excellent writers of fiction and non- fiction are: Laurie Graham, William Jarvis, Duncan Barrett, Margaret Mayhew, Eric Larsen, Judith Lennox, Lynn Austin, Mary Gibson, and Frances Donnally. This novel, The Beauty Chorus, will educate you and also gives you a romantic tale on the way. An A++++++++
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book really frustrated me.  The subject matter and history were very interesting and downright fascinating.  WW II era stories are always  of interest to me and this one should have and could have hit all the right notes.  However,  though I liked the idea for this story, the writing was flat, and the characters flatter.  There was the beautiful, rich, girl who had it all, but wanted to prove to herself and everyone that she was important and contributing to the war effort.  She spars  through 3/4's of the book with her  ridiculously handsome, rich male counterpart and you  know from the minute the meet that they're going to get it on....Then there's the fiesty, naive young farm girl and the "single" mother....or is she..... with a secret..... I never got a real sense of these characters.....and at times in the story, they actually bothered the heck out of me with their predictability. But, having said all that, the setting and the real life characters that are popped into the book are great.  I learned a great deal about that time. those brave souls of the ATA and it got me "googling" all kinds of interesting side things.