Christmas Eve starts well. They wake up to a frosty morning and there is snow on the Mountains of the Moon.
‘Snow!’ breathes Charlie in ecstacy, leaning out of the window in Emily’s bedroom.
‘It’s not snow, it’s frost,’ says Paris crushingly from the doorway.
‘It’s as good as snow, isn’t it, Carlie Bear?’ says Emily, hugging him. His neck feels smooth and cold.
Fra boka Villa Serena skrevet av Domenica de Rosa.