“There’s no need for that. We’ve got time to run upstairs.”
“The pantry will be cozier.” Ben spoke firmly as he took hold of my hand and tugged me along. “Plenty of food and bevs on hand if we’re holed up for a long siege. And”—I could hear the smile in his voice— “just the right amount of room in which to experience what it means to be alone at last.”
To my daughter Rachael, who was the best Christmas present her father and I ever received and has been a blessing ever since.
Acknowledgment
Many thanks to my friend Rita Wilsdorf for her very special contribution.
Copyright © 1999 by Dorothy Cannell
Originally published by Viking/Penguin (ISBN 978-0670886296)
Electronically published in 2013 by Belgrave House
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