I sent the report, together with the bill, and promptly forgot about Mr. Goward.
I was busy working and dealing with our new property. The boiler was installed; now we didn't have to carry hot water to the bathroom and could shower properly.
The barn also had magic in it, despite not having anything of interest in it.
I was starting to settle into this life. While fixing farm equipment was below my capabilities, the respect I got for fixing things my colleagues couldn't (I once machined a part that was out of production, saving a farmer from buying a new tractor; I billed him for the hours, but he was happy). They even started calling me Madam (!) Bedwen. Apparently, it was a sign of respect here.
Grandpa's arrival broke the monotony.
We had to hire several horse-drawn carts for all t
