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“Don’t forget your mittens!” Deirdre calls after Adam as he heads for the door: taller than he used to be, just as enthusiastic.
“I’ve got them, mum!” he yells back. “Don’t worry!”
Before she can answer that, the door bangs shut behind him. Glancing out the window, Deirdre sees him meeting the other three: Pepper, Wensleydale, and Brian, already starting a tussle in the snow.
“Off they go,” Arthur comments, coming up to put an arm around her.
She nods, leaning into him, and they exchange smiles. Adam and his friends may be fifteen now, on the cusp of a new stage of life… but some things haven’t changed.
Deirdre thinks, sometimes, that it doesn’t snow at Christmas as often as it did when Adam was little. But in a way, she appreciates this weather more now that it feels like a rarity.
Of course, it’s probably just her imagination.