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‘Maybe she’s just gone off to buy your Christmas present,’ Pe
Henry scowled as he moved round the table towards her. ‘Talking of that, I need to go and finish her tree decoration. Will you be OK for half an hour?’
Pe
Doubt niggling in her mind, she opened the front door and stepped out onto the drive. At the bottom of the driveway stood the observation hut which was used by birdwatchers to keep an eye on the nesting cliff-dwelling birds, especially in the spring and summer months. It was also the place where some of the teenagers of the town used to hang out, especially teenage couples. She had used it herself in her youth to meet up with one or two boys. They’d sit, talk and listen to music. For her nothing further than a few kisses had happened in that hut but, with a small gas fire, gas lamps, a soft bench to lie on, it had been the place where several of her peers had lost their virginity. It was silhouetted against the pale twilight sky and, as she watched, flickering lights suddenly came on inside.
That’s where Daisy had gone. It was entirely possible that Daisy had gone there to meet up with her new friends Maisie and Rebecca. But that didn’t explain the two plates of cake crumbs and two glasses the night before. Her guess would be that Daisy was meeting up with Josh. Now, should she go down there and catch them in the act of doing lord knows what? Should she go and tell Henry that his daughter was currently lying in the aptly named ‘Love Shack’ with a seventeen-year-old tattooed thug, at least in his mind, or should she just pretend she knew nothing? Daisy was a sensible girl and any bridges that Pe
‘Come on, hurry, up, all the best trees will be gone,’ Daisy said as Pe
‘I can’t just stick the van anywhere, plus they have hundreds of trees, I think there’ll be plenty of choice.’
‘There’ll only be little ones left.’
‘You can only really get a little one, the a
‘We always get the biggest, fattest tree we can find.’ Daisy bounced up and down in her seat like a small child. Pe
‘I’ll probably get a small one too.’
‘Noooo, you have all that space in front of the window. Or behind the sofa, you could get a massive one. I know, why don’t we get a shared one and we can all decorate it together.’
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‘Yayyyy!’ Daisy bounced out the van and set off at a sprint towards the plethora of trees.
As soon as she was out of sight, Henry leaned across and kissed her sweetly.
‘She adores you,’ he whispered. ‘And I do too.’
He got out and lumbered across the grass after his daughter. Pe
She got out and walked across the grass. It was snowing lightly again and she looked up at the occasional star that shone through the cloud-filled sky as the soft flakes dusted her cheeks.
She caught up with Henry and had to shove her hands in her pockets so she wasn’t tempted to hold his hand.
The trees were stacked in size order and she watched as Daisy walked past the smaller ones and headed straight for the big ones at the end of the farm.
They reached the part that sold the biggest trees and, although all of these were way too big for the house, she didn’t have the heart to say anything, not when she had been inducted into their little decorating team. Daisy was going from tree to tree, feeling the needles, smelling them, looking at the labels. Pe
‘Surely all the trees are the same,’ Pe
‘No, definitely not,’ Daisy said. ‘There’s three main types: a pine, a fir or a spruce. The spruce is generally rubbish. There are several different types of fir and pine trees and we want one that has a good needle retention, even without water. You want soft needles too and something that smells good. Generally we are looking for a Nordman or a Noble fir but I’d settle for a White Pine.’
Pe
He nodded. ‘She takes this part very seriously, and the fact that you’ve been invited to join us shows how much she likes you.’
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‘OK, this is the one,’ Daisy said, triumphantly, lovingly stroking the wi
Pe
‘Daisy, that’s never going to fit in my house, let alone yours.’
‘It will if we stick it under the stairs, you have that space going up to the second floor – and so what if the top sticks through the ba
Henry was already moving off to tell one of the staff which tree he wanted, clearly knowing that Daisy wasn’t to be talked out of it.
Before Pe
Henry secured the doors to make sure they weren’t going to swing open and Pe
They struggled to get the tree in as Bernard, showing the most life she’d ever seen from him, ran around barking at them as they brought the invader into his home.
They stuck it in the corner so the top of the tree protruded up somewhere on the second floor at the top of the stairs.
There were never going to be enough decorations in the world to fill this thing. Pe
‘I’ll get the decorations,’ Daisy said, ru
‘We should probably just stick to one colour, I have lots of silver baubles upstairs, we could have a silver theme…’ She trailed off as Henry was looking at her incredulously.
‘A silver theme? Erm, our decorations are an eclectic mix, there certainly isn’t a theme to them.’
‘But it will look really busy.’
He gri
She frowned slightly as she watched him go. She couldn’t pick holes in their tradition, not after she had been accepted so easily into the i
She built a fire in the fireplace, put on some Christmas songs and went to sort out the mince pies just as Daisy came back, weighed down by three large boxes.