Oh, is that it? I get the impression that he believes you're going to go on a tear and read through the whole thing tonight. But yes, twenty different wardings? That would be desperate and mad.

I don't understand why anyone would keep a book so dangerous that you can't read it. My father always did that, too.

I have to go to the Manor tonight to help prepare it for occupancy, but it's odd to think about living there. It still feels as if it belongs to my Aunt and Uncle.

I think I'd rather be in the village, wherever that ends up being?