A Yorkshire Christmas
““Claire’s busy, Molly—”
Molly’s face had closed up, her mouth pinched. She nodded once, accepting this explanation without a single argument, and that was what made Claire change her mind. If Molly had whined or pitched a fit, she might have been able to dismiss it as schoolgirl theatrics. But the way the little girl so silently, staunchly accepted someone disappointing her made everything in Claire ache.
“Not that busy,” she said, and saw hope dawn in both Noah and Molly’s eyes. “Where are you... going to get the tree?”
“Dad’s going to cut it down himself,” Molly said, her voice touched with pride, and Claire could have wept at the look of surprised gratitude on Noah’s face. She hadn’t heard Molly call him Dad before.
“I’ve never cut down a tree myself,” Claire said. “Or seen someone do it. This is definitely something I can’t miss.”
Ten minutes later, she’d driven her car back to Holly Cottage, and then piled into Noah’s Land Rover to head back to Ayesgill Farm, where they picked up an old, weathered toboggan and a coil of rope to get the tree back to the house.MoreLess
Molly’s face had closed up, her mouth pinched. She nodded once, accepting this explanation without a single argument, and that was what made Claire change her mind. If Molly had whined or pitched a fit, she might have been able to dismiss it as schoolgirl theatrics. But the way the little girl so silently, staunchly accepted someone disappointing her made everything in Claire ache.
“Not that busy,” she said, and saw hope dawn in both Noah and Molly’s eyes. “Where are you... going to get the tree?”
“Dad’s going to cut it down himself,” Molly said, her voice touched with pride, and Claire could have wept at the look of surprised gratitude on Noah’s face. She hadn’t heard Molly call him Dad before.
“I’ve never cut down a tree myself,” Claire said. “Or seen someone do it. This is definitely something I can’t miss.”
Ten minutes later, she’d driven her car back to Holly Cottage, and then piled into Noah’s Land Rover to head back to Ayesgill Farm, where they picked up an old, weathered toboggan and a coil of rope to get the tree back to the house.MoreLess
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