Valeria loved that scenery. Skiing was much more difficult than it looked, but both Arthur and his boys had behaved like professionals. Or rather, like nannies with a lot of patience, because she was going flat on her face every four yards.

Finally, after four circuits, Valeria had given up.

“Shall we go now?” asked Gilbert in a sympathetic tone.

“You go if you want, I'm going to stay a little longer,” Valeria decided. “I want to see the colors of the sunset here; maybe I'll come up with some