Sun broke through for the first time in twenty days, and there was my lady standing right in the middle of the yard, not even shielding her eyes. This from a child who used to bury herself in my skirts the moment the sun came out.
My sister standing out in the yard? Sounds like this month's toll notice is about to be overturned again.
When the sun's out, the trading house across the river opens its windows too. The two of them will see each other well enough.



