Chapter Five
Deborah looked Ginny over anxiously, seeming to go through a mental checklist as she did so. “You’ve got your walking boots on, plenty of layers, coat, hat, scarf, gloves… You’ve got your phone, haven’t you? Does it even work here? Have you checked? Here, let me phone it and make sure it goes through—”
“Mum!” Ginny put a hand on her mother’s arm, stopping her from retrieving her phone from her pocket. “I’m going in to town, not to the moon. If you’re so worried, why don’t you come with me?”
Deborah paused for a moment, biting her lip. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I can’t. I promised your father I would help him put up the outside Christmas lights this morning, before the snow comes. You will keep an eye on the sky, won’t you? If it starts looking ominous, you’ll head home straig
