Chapter 31 – Sounding the Alarm
“Glad you could make it, love,” Irylia said from behind her desk in her factory office. “I know you're busy managing your properties and all.”
“I said I would help you acclimate to Homestead and Agrarian culture,” Ann Carpenter said, sitting in the chair facing the desk. She folded her hands primly in her lap. “And that's what I've been trying to do, though I'm not sure I'm making any progress. You don't seem to be absorbing our social customs at all. In any event, here I am. You said you wanted to talk about War Strain. So what exactly is on your mind?”
“I was thinking about setting up a charity.”
Miss Carpenter blinked. “A charity?”
“That's right. For men from Stonefell County with War Strain. What do you think?”
“I think it's a wonderful idea.” Miss
