"Hm," Larita agrees, her tone fond. "That's the way of if, isn't it? Finding the time." She has a lot less time to tinker for fun than she used to, but she wouldn't trade a bit of it. The racetrack, Greta, the girls, it's not something Larita saw for herself when she found her feet leaving Surrey and landing in Darrow, but it's all so lovely and domestic.

"Where are you headed, anyway? Or where were you headed before you found yourself in Darrow?"