ABSTRACT
Matt: It is December 1977, and the door to the attic is locked; a kind of game amongst three children unfolds – who can find and steal the skeleton key from Dad, to discover what kind of Christmas endeavours he has been busy with up there? We search: cupboards, bedside tables, a drawer in the hallway. Then into his study: an old wooden roll-top desk. The roll top is raised, the surface covered with books and papers. The centre drawer opens, but the top left-hand side one does not. But it does rattle, the same way the attic door rattles as we tried in vain to open it.
