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“I’ve never lit a Christmas pudding before,” Sybil confessed, as Daisy swirled the brandy in the saucepan. “I’ve always wanted to, but Mama never allowed it.”
“Well, she isn’t here now.”
“No.”
Daisy struck a match and set the alcohol aflame. Sybil watched raptly, but her attention was diverted when Daisy handed her the ladle with a smile.
“Go on, then.”
Sybil’s face lit up like a child on Christmas day – which, in a way, she was. She eagerly took the ladle and scooped a little of the flaming brandy into it. Then, carefully, she poured it over the pudding.
