Proserpina

When I returned, there was a mini celebration of sorts.

The kids had persuaded Camille to help them to put up a small tent in the garden and were camping on the grounds.

I sighed as I saw them; my twins looked so happy. Claude was also with them, whooping and shouting as they ran around the makeshift tent, screaming. Claude pummeled his fists on poor Paddy; I had noticed that he had a tendency to hurt poor Paddy who took it cheerfully, with a goofy grin on his face. On more than one occasion, I had had to intervene and prevent my young son from hurting the child...