Another crowd of small bodies rushed into them, and swept them away inside.Įventually a woman came to the door. Two children paused at the front door, turned their oval faces to us, mouths smeared with chocolate and cake. Moments later they came back down the stairs, swarming into the living room and beyond to the back of the house. Small children squealed as they ran out of the living room, past the front door and up the stairs at the back of the entrance hall. We waited at the door where the smell of desserts and candies floated out of the house, mingling with the scent of the jasmine that hung heavily from the porch timbers. She said hesitantly, “But this place feels familiar.”
The small boy bounced happily beside her as she went.Ĭhristmas shrugged, equally bemused, “I don’t think so.” She looked around the porch, before taking a few steps back onto the path to look at the building. I’ll get my mum.” She left the door open and kept looking back at Christmas as she walked inside the house.
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