Growing up with Kristoffer had made her impervious to the sort of shock that a proper young lady should have felt at the crude language and Gretchen, nonplussed, leaned her arms on the wall and rested her weight.

“If they don’t then I can’t imagine why they’d put themselves through the services. They’re some of the dullest mornings I’ve ever spent though occasionally it gets surprisingly grisly.”

Gretchen let out a small laugh.

“In truth I spend most of my time imagining some of the horrors in the stories as our relatives.”

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Bee is tremendous, isn't she?