“Welcome." There was a particular dark intensity to her voice. I smiled helplessly, holding out the bag of wine. Looking inside, her own smile widened. The expression she gave me was gentle and a little amused, as if she found the gesture more adorable than anything else. The Christmas table was laid with a bohemian collection of mismatched silverware and wine glasses, already filled. The scent of the food was almost intoxicating on its own: on a sprawl of bright plates under the gleam of many candles, I saw an incredible array of steaming delights. A roasted chicken, glossy briskets, asparagus with almonds delicately shaved over the top.... I'd never seen food like this before, never mind been offered it. Watson was already seated at the table, his wine glass in his hand and half-drai