A Glove Shop In Vienna (32 page)

A slight tremor ran through Jeremy’s skinny frame.

‘The
rich
one?’ he repeated wonderingly. ‘Are you
sure
I’m going to the rich one?’

‘Well, it stands to reason, doesn’t it? You wouldn’t want to bother the other one, not at Christmas time?’

Something had happened to Jeremy, something which made Ted turn his head for a second and give him a puzzled look.

‘Oh, yes, I know the address of the
rich
one,’ said Jeremy, his voice suddenly loud and strong. ‘I know the address
of her
all right.’

And so it was that Nana, sitting quietly by the window and foolishly imagining, as people will at Christmas time, that the person they love best will somehow defy space and time and come to them – looked up, and gasped and saw that it had happened. That Jeremy was running towards her into the house…