Chapitre 80: Chapter 80: Kirstie's Christmas, Part 20

We make our way to the courtyard at the back of the house. A path cuts through, shovelled and cleared from the first fall of snow. Nonetheless, there is still a covering of a couple of inches over the ground and snowflakes fall around us, brushing my nose like iced feathers.

Michael grumbles, "I'm going to have to bloody well do this again, aren't I..."

"Yes, you are," says James blithely. "But you opted for that instead of peeling vegetables, didn't you."

Michael tugs his jacket around himself, scowling.

We follow the path to an outbuilding. Mitch's 'apartment' is next door, but this is...

Charlotte's face lights up. "The stable?" She spins on her two husbands, mittened palms raised to her cheeks. "Oh... You haven't..."

Richard clicks his tongue. "Oh, yes, they have."