Chapter 7It was getting late when they heard a knock at their door, the soft tap of knuckles against wood. For a moment, they stood there, trying to work out who it could be, who even really knew they were staying at the guesthouse, and then, with dismay, they realised it was quite probably Mauve come to torment them further.
Mauve was nice, they told themself, she was playful, destructive even, but she had a good heart. Still, the idea of her coming over in the evening unsettled them. Her behaviour was unpredictable, and despite being only two years older than Eirian, she seemed so much more grown up, and that, when accompanied by their famous confusion around girls, made them more than a little cautious when dealing with her.
Still, with resignation, they also felt it would be rude to
