Chapters (46)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Also by Jenny Colgan
- About the Publisher
“Ooh, that’s a good idea,” said Sofia. “There’s a lovely illuminated walk through the botanical gardens and they can learn all about the plants.”
“I was thinking of maybe Edinburgh’s Christmas—”
The entire room froze. Even the radio, which was playing Mariah Carey, seemed to fade away into quiet. Sofia and Skylar exchanged appalled glances.
Edinburgh’s Christmas was the huge fair that took over the whole of Princes Street Gardens in the center of the city, as well as St. Andrew Square, George Street, Castle Street . . . It seemed to get its tentacles everywhere. Locals complained vociferously that it was too loud, too big, too expensive, too popular. What they meant, Carmen suspected (she rather liked seeing the lights flashing and smelling the popcorn and candyfloss and hearing the screams when she came home from work), was too vulgar.
For a moment, there was nothing, and Sofia and Skylar breathed a sigh of relief. Then there were pounding footsteps on the stairs.
“Amazing,” said Sofia. “They never hear me screaming my lungs out when it’s time to put their shoes on.”
“Are we going to Edinburgh’s Christmas?!”
Jack looked cheery and excited; Phoebe, suspicious, as if this was clearly a trick that couldn’t possibly be happening. Pippa was a couple of steps behind them, pretending she was above all this and was only down to supervise.
Sofia rolled her eyes. “You’ve done it now,” she said.
“I’ve done what now?” said Carmen.
“Please, Auntie Carmen! Please! Please take us! Will you take us?”
“How much money do you have?” said Sofia.
“What, me?” said Carmen, stung. “Enough.”
Sofia shook her head. “No, you don’t.”
“We’ll pay! From our pocket money!”
The children were painfully begging now. Jack looked as if he might be about to throw himself writhing on the floor.
“Please just take me,” said Phoebe desperately. “Skylar’s going to make me drink that stuff.”
Skylar was making green juice and she smiled beatifically. “Because I want what’s best for you.”
“You should drink it, Phoebe,” said Pippa. “It’s very, very good for you.”
“Please,” said Phoebe.
“But she can’t go if I can’t go!” said Jack hotly. “How would that be fair? That wouldn’t be fair!”
Pippa sniffed. “Well, obviously I think it’s bad too, Mummy, but if they’re going to go, I should probably go and make sure Phoebe doesn’t do any rides that are too scary for her.”
“They’re not too scary for me!”
“And that she doesn’t have too much candyfloss.”
“They have candyfloss?!” said Jack.
“That stuff will kill you,” said Skylar quickly.
“It won’t!” said Carmen. “Seriously, sis, how bad is it?”
“I’ll send Skylar to pick you up at five.”
“We can go?!”
The children’s eyes were wide.
“For a little bit, seeing as your aunt is volunteering.”
“Then you have your school concert rehearsal,” said Skylar.