Chestnuts?” Sean shrugged. Sean, Mike and Niall were in the kitchen helping Sarah survey the food Mrs McArthur had provided. She needed to make sure they had everything for a proper Christmas dinner, with a turkey and all the trimmings. They had tried to argue with her that it was surreal to go to all the trouble of making a traditional Christmas meal when they could be attacked any minute, but Sarah put her foot down. This was her house. She was going to cook, and she was going to have a proper festive celebration. There was something desperate about her determination. Sean knew how upset she was, how she was trying to cling to a semblance of normal life. Her first Christmas without her parents. Maybe this would help her think of her aunt Juliet a bit less … and of her cousins, Sally and Siobhan, left motherless. All because Anne had married a Midnight. And because Sarah couldn’t defend her. They had been over the same ground again and again, and Sarah was adamant. They would celebrate Christmas.
