Silent In The Sanctuary
"Well, I suppose that settles it. Either we all go home to England for Christmas or we hurl ourselves into Lake Como to atone for our sins."I threw my elder brother a repressive look. "Do not be so morose, Plum. Father's only really angry with Lysander," I pointed out, brandishing the letter from England with my fingertips. The paper fairly scorched my skin. Father's temper was a force of nature. Unable to rant at Lysander directly, he had applied himself to written chastisement with great vigour.
"The rest of us can go home easily enough," I said. "Just think of itChristmas in England! Plum pudding and snapdragon, mistletoe and wassail"
"Chilblains and damp beds, fogs so thick you cannot set foot out of doors," Plum put in, his expression sour. "Someone sobbing in the linen cupboard, Father locking himself in the study after threatening to drown the lot of us in the moat."
"I know," I said, my excitement rising. "Won't it be wonderful?"
Plum's face cracked into a thin, wistful smile. "It will, actually. I have rather missed the old pileand the family, as well. But I shall be sorry to leave Italy. It has been an adventure I shall not soon ... read full excerpt from Silent in the Sanctuary ebook