A Christmas short story by Anthony Horowitz
Illustrated by Carolyn Gowdy
They were spending their first Christmas together in Antigua, Simon and Jane Maxwell, enjoying not just a holiday but a honeymoon after a courtship that had taken them both by surprise. It was his second marriage, her first — and perhaps it was because she had waited so long that she had jumped into it so readily. Of course, she was a modern woman with a perfectly successful career… in publishing, as it happened. She might be single but she would never have described herself as ‘on the shelf’. It wasn’t as if she kept cats or anything dreadful like that. But her 40th birthday was fast approaching, her two younger sisters were not only married but with child (her father was a vicar) and she had begun to feel that if an opportunity did come her way she might as well grab it for better or for worse — reflecting at the time that it was an appropriate choice of words.
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