It was likely any resolution was going to seem like an anti-climax, and I thought this reveal threaded the needle quite well.

The latter are best taken by sugaring — painting patches of mixed beer and sugar on a series of tree trunks, and making several rounds at twilight with a lantern and a cyanide bottle.

Outside lay emancipated Berrytown, to unemancipated Kitty only a dumb panorama: inside, her meals, her lessons and perpetual consultations with her mother on bias folds and gussets while they made their dresses or sewed for the Indian missions.

Please stick with the path marked on the map, and try not to get lost.