At this time of year, for those who enjoy Christmas, one of the joys is the profusion of light displays.
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Brotherly love at Christmas
Oh, yes, and no peeking while you wait. She rushed off.
I looked at the pile of fashion shop bags scattered on the back seat.
No peeking indeed.
I was more interested in the tramp, Marie was talking to under the lamppost.
I took photographs of them. Why?
I never forgave her indiscretion at last year’s Christmas office party.
Marie returned. “Okay, home James,” she said.
I looked at her and waited. Patience brings its own rewards.
A tear rolled down her face. I’m sad. Tony won’t come to dinner. She blew her nose.
He’s your brother!
I’ll fetch him.