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middle of summer and so presumably less cold, she still found herself shivering from head to toe. “Oh why, oh why, did I ever allow myself to be talked into leaving Piadora to come back to this draughty hate-filled castle?” she sighed. “I must be stupidly crazy after all.”
    Polly gave another shudder that went the full length of her spine. “Come on, Langdon, you’re not doing your job properly. You, my young man, are meant to keep me warm as toast, for I am in most urgent need of some shut-eye, as I’ll have you know I’ve got school tomorrow,” she said as she nuzzled her face into her confidante’s very floppy blue ear. She then miraculously fell into the best and deepest sleep she had ever known, a gentle slumber where all nightmarish dreams and torment are swiftly banished, replaced only by the sweetest, fanciful dreams filled to bursting with endless possibilities as well as the purest contentment, dreams that should rightfully fill the hearts and minds of each and every sweet-smelling, tender child as they lie tucked up tight in their beds, feeling deliciously safe and loved.

Chapter Two
    THE CHOCOLATE-SEALED LETTER
    T HE NEXT MORNING found Polly up and out of bed much earlier than usual, as rather miraculously she found herself feeling surprisingly good on the inside and so extremely optimistic about her day to come. With so much time on her hands, she thought this might well be as good a time as any to pen Aazi his very first letter from her. She had absolutely no idea what to say in the letter except that she was already missing him. So after tearing a sheet of paper from an old, unwanted exercise book, she began to put pen to paper with the full intention of writing down some of her deepest innermost thoughts.
    Dear Aazi,
    I trust this letter finds you safe and well. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what is it like for you living with your uncle? I hope for your sake he is much kinder than Uncle Boritz. Are you able to attend school? If so, can you give me some details so that I can compare it with mine?
    This coming Friday our school will be showing us the first of many films about life in Africa, and I have to tell you that as a result of meeting you, I’m truly looking forward to learning more about your wonderful country and your people.
    Although we are well into the month of June, sadly to date we have not seen much sun. In England when it rains and rains for days on end, it seems to affect everybody I meet. The grown-ups in particular are noticeably far more miserable and moody. In fact, if truth be told, they most definitely become decidedly peevish!
    Zimbabwe sounds such an awfully nice place to live, especially as I’m told that the sun shines gloriously all year round. How unfair this all seems! I mean, our weather is so miserably cold and blustery, and yours, well, it sounds so perfect that this surely must go a long way in explaining why you, my little friend, are constantly smiling.
    I confess to missing you so very much; therefore, one of my latest dreams that I’ve now added to my ever growing wish list is to one day pay you a little visit. Until then I have little choice but to content myself with closing my eyes, and then I can clearly see your beautiful, smiling face with those big, white chompers, although I might add that even this has its pitfalls, as I now spend a large percentage of my days bumping into walls and doors in my ridiculously desperate endeavor to keep your impish features constantly fresh and alive in my memory. Yes, if the truth be known, I am indeed covered from head to toe in minor bluish bruises and bumps, but who cares?
    I am therefore waiting with bated breath and the greatest anticipation to receive my first ever letter from you.
    Take care. Sincerely yours. Oodles and poodles of love.
    Polly, xxxx
    PS: Stupid me. I forgot to ask, Do you miss Piadora as much as I do? What a ridiculous question. Of course you