I suddenly noticed that in the far end of the room was an open window.
I thought this was fairly odd as it was obvious the fire was on the
keep the room warm and cosy and this window was having the opposite
effect on it. "Excuse me?" the girl asked, "I noticed that you keep
looking at the open window." Then she smiled at me, one of those that
didn't reach the eyes and looked like a lot of effort was being put
into it. "Yes, yes". I stammered, surprised I was being so closely
observed. "Sorry about that, it's because of my aunty, she won't close
it until just before she falls asleep. You see, she is expecting to
see her husband and her brothers through it on their way home." As
she said this she smirked a little, ever so subtly, that unless you
were looking right at her, you would never have noticed. "But of
course this is not going to happen." "Why not? Are they going to be
late?" "No not late. They won't be coming. They won't be coming
BECAUSE THEY ARE DEAD; they've been dead for 3 years now.
They went on a hunting trip and never came back. We were told that on
that day the foxes were awfully excited for some reason and literally
turned on them.
