This follows on from Solstice Day 3.  Not immediately but you'll see what I mean.

“It’s from Algernon.”  Boris Sjeldnjar looked at the envelope in his hand with concern.  At least his mother, who lived with them, hadn’t tried to open it.

“So,” that was his mother, Ludmilla, “what does it say?  Has he invited us to live in the house in Thingborden?  ( Read more... )