‘Coffee’s on.’‘Thanks. Merry Christmas to you, too.’ She poured herself some coffee. ‘You want a cup?’Leo shook his head. ‘I’m meant to be at Rachel’s in half an hour. Oliver’s putting off opening his presents till I get there.’‘What have you got for him?’‘A Playmobil fire station. Rachel’s got him the fire engine. The trouble is, the box is so big that it’s not easy to wrap,’ said Leo, wrestling with the roll of paper.‘Cut another piece. Here …’ Sarah took the scissors and deftly cut another piece from the roll and wrapped it round the end of the box. ‘Pass me the Sellotape. There. And the other end. See?’‘I’m not much of a hand at wrapping things. Lack of practice.’ ‘That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you admit that there’s something you’re not good at.’‘How are you spending the day?’ asked Leo, suddenly wondering if she was going to be there all on her own.‘I intend to do nothing for the next few hours, beyond soaking in a long, hot bath and contemplating my future.
