Christmas bread
“You’re staring. Again.” Leonie passed Charani a mug with steaming hot cocoa.
“Am not.” He took it quickly with both hands, pretending to watch the little boy ringing the brass bell on the fire truck.
“You so are, but if you think I’m playing the ‘do too’ game with you, think again. All I’m saying is today is the last day. Tomorrow the Christmas fair is over. Loris and his brothers will have packed up their stall, and you’ll have to wait another year. Unless you want