Snow settled on the pines behind his house.

Snow settled on the pines behind his house. Trent never really paid attention to that shit anymore. It was nice to look at for the first year, but time had hoovered all the novelty

of the sight. Now it just reminded him of winter and snow, and the mistake he had made in not following her to Aruba. How he wished he was kicking back on the beach with

his head in the sand. He'd leave behind his ostrich problems and just...hide. Hide from his homely feathers and spindly bird legs. Hide from the egg that robbed him of free time to

bury his head in the sand and pretend he had no problems. Sometimes he wished that he would be injured so he could just lay around and it wouldn't be his fault. But he was

keenly aware that he was to blame. After all, she took his snowglobe, and noone would ever punish someone like that unless they were truly guilty

unless she was very good at deceiving people and he was just falling victim to her lies.

He decided that she had deceived him. She was no Austrian yodeling champion. No sir. She was a Luxembourger yodeling champion! The revelation was too much for Inga. She

carried on like the dickens. She called the authorities in an attempt to not only remove her as Champion, but to also have her arrested and extradited back to Bolivia to face

her mother's disapproving looks and passive aggressive manner. That's the reason she moved so far away from home to begin with, but now

she'd have to make a start on dinner. It was already 5.30 and the kids would be home any minute. Taking a fat rat from the freezer, knife in hand, a smile spread across her face.