Christmas cards depicting snowy scenes seemed out of place in glorious sunshine and the morning breeze sweeping through wide-open windows repeatedly scattered them over the floor. Tired of retrieval and repositioning, Anna left the cards in a pile on the bookcase Joseph had made the previous weekend and returned to preparing fruit salad, her contribution to Mary and Roger"s Christmas lunch. The invitation to join the family had been welcomed, as Anna had been apprehensive about asking them to the small flat for an entire day. Their children, Judy, seven and James, five, needed space to play, and a concrete driveway and patches of grass beneath washing lines were no substitute for an extensive garden complete with swings, sandpit and playhouse. There would be other children present, too, Ma
