Which may not be her business, really. But Loxley cares for Richard, and Derrica respects him, wants him to find some measure of happiness here. She has some idea of what he lost, when Madame Fitcher fled. She had done so much damage, and Richard hadn't been exempt from it.
"I would like it though," she reassures, "if you were there when I finished my work and saw the woman they're sending to her room."
She can halve her time with Richard. Or accept whatever division of nights Loxley saw fit to allot her, really. (It is easier to think of the irregularity of the days, rather than some more permanent routine.)
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Which may not be her business, really. But Loxley cares for Richard, and Derrica respects him, wants him to find some measure of happiness here. She has some idea of what he lost, when Madame Fitcher fled. She had done so much damage, and Richard hadn't been exempt from it.
"I would like it though," she reassures, "if you were there when I finished my work and saw the woman they're sending to her room."
She can halve her time with Richard. Or accept whatever division of nights Loxley saw fit to allot her, really. (It is easier to think of the irregularity of the days, rather than some more permanent routine.)