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Games in the Snow
Jessica went back downstairs, checking in with Mildred at reception first to see if there was anything that needed doing. Mildred just shrugged and shook her head, so Jessica headed downstairs to her room.
Kirsten was nowhere about, but had left evidence that she had recently been in attendance—a coffee mug and a chocolate bar wrapper on the table, next to a book on the French Revolution which had a stamp on the front saying Snowflake Library.
Jessica made herself a drink and pulled a chair near to the window, looking out on the basement view, where someone had thoughtfully strung up some Christmas lights over the giant washing machine and even stuffed a rather forlorn Christmas tree in between a drying rack and a storage cupboard.
She was still buzzing from her c
