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?”

better if you

with Beth, Mitch and Charlotte, Cara is still fussing. “Perhaps she’d be better in her bed

over her lap in holly green and Santa red.

*****

Christmas Day

of gifts stacked under the tree is bright with coloured wrap and ribbons. James waves

a small gilt-wrapped package from the top, checks the label then

She opens it, then smiles brightly at

kind of economy wrapping paper you might

accepts it, raising brows and looking to Charlotte, but she shakes her head. “It’s not from

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

Klempner frowns...

sound, deep and throaty. “You’d better

easing the parcel apart to reveal something large and brilliantly coloured which flops

inspection. And biting my lip, I turn away while I get

what all the knitting was

example of the type. A knitted Rudolph head looks out from the chest. His red nose is

angling to

Is Rudolph cross-eyed?

Yup…

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