The Love Spoon
Margaret Evans Porter
Hugo Meredith’s boots crunched the snow as he followed the path linking Deva House to its topiary garden. The red-brick mansion, lying just outside Chester’s ancient Roman wall, overlooked a whitened landscape shimmering beneath the morning sun. He was following two sets of daintier footprints, unsure which belonged to his sister and which to her friend. High-pitched voices, slightly muffled by the towering yews, led him to their location.