‘Got to fill one of the ditches,’ he’d said. ‘I’ll be up early and back late. Don’t wait up.’ Kate had missed him at breakfast this morning. The air in the house didn’t feel the same without his smile. Not that she’d had nothing to do. She’d cut out the velveteen for Ted’s Santa suit. She’d chalked, pinned and tacked. She’d sewn it together using Mrs Penman’s sewing machine and had got a buzz out of handling the 1940s dome-covered machine and its foot pedal. The suit was finished; now she was working on the hat. She bent closer to the work, raised the needle from the velvet, lifted the presser foot and checked the feed-dog. The thread got tangled in the bobbin case every few minutes. She didn’t blame Jamie for staying away from her, and that’s what he was doing. His moods had been swinging like a pendulum for twenty-four hours now. First he’d been in a seemingly bad sulk. Then he’d become all relaxed and friendly at the Christmas decorating gig yesterday.
What do You think about 12 Days At Silver Bells House?
