Mitch sits in an armchair by the fire, knitting something small and stripy in rose pink, apple green and primrose yellow. Tucked down beside her, kinda out-of-sight behind the chair, is a huge canvas bag, stuffed tight, balls of green and red wool poking out of the top.

“What is it?” I ask.

“A winter hat for Cara,” she smiles.

“Another one?” says Richard. “How many hats does one baby need?”

Mitch sucks in her cheeks. “You might be surprised. And besides…” She gestures toward Beth, her hands neatly folded over her bulging stomach, with the ends of her knitting needles… “It isn’t just one baby is it?”

Cara, lying in her carrycot, starts crying. Charlotte immediately rises, lifting her out, holding her close, rocking gently and murmuring something quiet.

From somewhere outside, there’s a rumble and a clatter, perhaps of a vehicle. Michael makes for the window, twitching back a curtain.

Charlotte rocks the little girl, trying to soothe her back to sleep. “Who is it?”

“Just a delivery van come to the wrong place. I’ll just go redirect them back to the hotel. Sally will be wanting the kitchen properly stocked.” But his eyes meet with James, then with Richard…

A smooth lie there…

Occupied with Cara, Charlotte doesn’t notice their glance, but the three men make for the door and James gives me the smallest of eye-rolls to join them.

Outside, in the hall, he speaks in a low voice. “Kirstie, do me a favour would you. Keep Charlotte occupied for a few minutes. There's something Michael, Richard and I need to do.”

“Of course I will. You want me to keep her in the lounge?”

if you can

better in her bed in the nursery,” I suggest. “It’s quieter there and she likes that

cranes her neck to the door, then setting the half-finished baby cap to one side, pulls something else, much larger, out of her knitting bag. It flops, shapeless, over her lap in holly green and Santa red.

*****

Christmas Day

and ribbons. James waves

checks the label then offers it out to

opens it, then smiles brightly at Richard. “It’s lovely, thank you.

is already reading the label on another gaudy parcel, bulky and soft, in the kind of economy wrapping paper

brows and looking to Charlotte, but she shakes her

pinked from an old birthday card or similar. His head inclines. “Why, Mitch, thank you. You shouldn’t have. You’re only just getting back

Klempner frowns...

It's a low sound, deep and throaty. “You’d better not thank me yet. You haven’t

then slides fingers under tape, easing the parcel apart to reveal something large and

And biting my lip, I turn away while I get

the knitting was

James regards the Christmas themed pullover dangling from his fingers. In fact, it is a particularly fine example of the type. A knitted Rudolph head looks out from the chest. His red nose is a stitched-on, glittery

angling to get a

Is Rudolph cross-eyed?

Yup…

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