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      Chapter Twenty-Five

       December 1, the first snowfall

      ‘SNOW!’ Freddie charges into Kerry’s bedroom where she’s still submerged in duvet and launches himself on top of her.

      ‘Ooof,’ she cries, catching her breath. ‘What is it, Freddie?’

      ‘Snow, Mummy, snow!’ Mia appears in the Mickey Mouse pyjamas Rob’s parents bought her, much to his distaste. Commercial tat, he reckons, but who cares what he thinks these days? It’s childish, yes – but Kerry now derives untold pleasure from the children enjoying the things Rob regards as either ‘tacky’ (contraband chocolate cereals, all things Disney) or ‘potentially dangerous and certainly troublesome’ (dogs). She knows she shouldn’t waste brain space by considering Rob’s likes and dislikes; it’s been two months since the split, after all. Yet she can’t ignore a frisson of delight as she reflects how much he’d hate a bounding, panting animal on the bed, shedding his fur and biting playfully at a pillow. It’s astounded her, how quickly she’s fallen in love with Buddy, and how he and Freddie are providing all the male attention she needs right now (despite Brigid urging her to pounce on attractive male dog-walkers). Anyway, it’s not as if she’s being besieged by offers. At the current time, Buddy is the only male trying to lick Kerry’s face around here.

      Freddie, Mia and Buddy are all on her bed now, peering out through the window as fat snowflakes fall from a colourless sky.

      ‘Come and see, Mummy,’ Mia commands, her face pressed up against the glass.

      ‘I can see from here, sweetheart …’

      ‘Come and see properly.’

      ‘Okay, okay,’ she laughs, glancing at her alarm clock as she squeezes in beside her children at the window. At 7.48 a.m., Shorling is waking to its first snowfall of the year. The row of beach huts and the ice cream kiosk are already thinly coated in white. The sea view from Kerry’s bedroom has helped to soothe her during these past eight weeks, and it’s all the better for being shrouded in fresh, storybook snow.

      ‘Hey, you’ve already got your boots on,’ Kerry remarks, spotting a flash of silvery rubber peeping out from Freddie’s PJ bottoms.

      ‘Yeah.’ Freddie’s wellies are as sparkly as disco balls, bought for him during his last visit to Rob’s parents. Rob told her he’d spotted them, glinting in their come-hither way in a shop window (as far as Mary is concerned, whatever the grandchildren desire must be theirs).

      ‘He slept in them,’ Mia announces, ‘like, all night.’

      ‘You can’t have,’ Kerry says as Freddie starts giggling.

      ‘I did,’ he says proudly. ‘I sleep with my wellies on every night.’

      ‘What, every night since you were at Nanny and Nonno’s last week?’ Kerry asks. ‘But I always tuck you in and you’re never wearing them then …’

      ‘He waits till you’ve gone,’ Mia offers, with a pause for effect, ‘then he puts ’em on in secret.’

      ‘Oh, Freddie …’

      ‘So I’m always ready for snow,’ he announces with a grin, and Kerry feels her spirits rise as she, the children and Buddy all bound downstairs.

      They’re lucky, she reflects over a hasty breakfast. Kerry has, if she says so herself, managed to remain remarkably adult throughout the whole Rob debacle, if only because she’s been unable to think of anything which would cause him maximum inconvenience and humiliation and not have her arrested. Yet it’s the children who have emerged as the real stars of this New Situation. While their friendships here are still a little tentative, the announcement that Daddy has spread his seed to produce a new poppet triggered, after the initial confusion, a distinct air of – well, not excitement exactly, but curiosity. And right now, Kerry reflects, Nadine is likely to be vomiting noisily into the washbasin and cursing Rob for ruining her young life.

      *

      An hour later, after a frantic search for gloves, hats and scarves, the children are whizzing on sledges down the slopes of Thorny Park in the crisp sunshine. Soon they’re joined by Brigid and Joe, who busies himself by bossing Freddie and Mia around, demanding turns on Mia’s ‘faster’ sledge and lobbing snowballs at his mother. The fact that her children accept Joe’s superior role hints, Kerry suspects, that they are impressed by his cocky attitude. Meanwhile, Roxy seems happiest sitting regally on the sidelines, observing Buddy tearing around in circles, as if running just for the joy of it. She loves that about him: how easily pleased he is, delighting in being free.

      ‘It’s funny,’ she tells Brigid, ‘but I can’t imagine being without him.’

      Brigid smiles. ‘It happens amazingly quickly, doesn’t it?’