Proserpina
When we finally stepped out of the bathroom, the twins were stirring.
“Go to your own rooms!” bellowed Lucien.
Ria sat up, rubbing her face and yawning hugely, her eyes searching and Piers peered at me short-sightedly.
’”Mumma?” he asked.
Ria beamed.
’Mumma is smiling, and she is turning pink. She is fine!”
They whooped and...