It was the twenty-third of December. I wanted to go to town to buy Elgin’s present and stop by Magiki. Gwen was doing a full inventory and wasn’t against a little helping hand to keep track of her books. I had promised her to stay and help.
My mother lent me her car. When I got to Wick, it was raining. The drops instantly turned to ice. Thus, despite the salt thrown here and there, the streets of the city centre were real skating rinks. I had to make a considerable effort not to slide.
I didn’t have a clear idea for Elgin’s gift, but I wanted something special, original, not a cologne or a shirt. Except that the task was going to prove difficult for Wick. I wished I had stayed a little longer in Edinburgh to poke around. I would surely have found something there.
I rushed into a narrow
