‘Okay!’ I laugh, wondering again if he will try to kiss me and what I will do to avoid it this time.
Henry grabs my hand, takes my coat off the hook by the front door and drags me out onto our street where the stars are indeed bright and the snow is as fresh and unmarked as newly sifted flour.
With a yelp of joy, Henry dives unabashedly on to the ground and starts flapping about daftly in the snow. I’m about get down there with him because despite the freezing temperatures it actually looks like a lot of fun, but before I can join him Henry calls up to me.
‘Bess, just take your phone out and film a boomerang for me! And then I’ll do one for you! We can post them at the same time! Our fans will love it!’
Our fans?‘Oh! Okay.’ I say, taking my phone out of my coat pocket.
‘Let me see!’ he says, when I’ve done. I hand him the phone. He looks at the boomerang and frowns. ‘You didn’t get my right arm in shot properly. Let’s try again.’
I film again.
‘No. It’s still a little shaky. It has to be perfect. Elissa will see it. Everything from now on has to be perfect.’
‘Right,’ I nod, and take the boomerang again.
This time it’s blurry. And the next time his hair is obscuring his eyes. And then he doesn’t look happy enough. And then I’ve zoomed in too far and we can’t see the effect of the snow angel.
By the time I’ve taken a boomerang that Henry is happy with, I’m shivering like crazy and the idea of doing my own snow angel no longer seems like a fun thing to do at all.
