It could have been like a fairy tale. But fairy tales aren't real. Things don't work like that. There's a price for everything.

I followed your footsteps," he said, in answer to the unspoken question. "Snow makes it easy." I had been tracked, like a bear. "Sorry to make you go to all that trouble," I said. "I didn't have to go that far, really. You're about three streets over. You just kept going in loops." A really inept bear.

Walk really, really carefully. It's not complicated, but if you mess up, you'll die, so pay attention.

Money is for doing things, my love. Don't sit on it like a hen sits on an egg. It doesn't hatch. I should know. I've made enough of it.

I realize Jubilee is a bit of a stripper name. You probably think I have heard the call of the pole.

I don't know if there is actually more rain here in England, or if it was just that the rain seemed to be so deliberately annoying. Every drop hit the window with a peevish "Am I bothering you? Does this make you cold and wet? Oh, sorry.

Tell me what you want, what you really, really want," he said. "Braiiinnnnssss," we said in unison.