Zelda giggled. "He'd get that look on his face. You know the one," she said. It was the same look he'd had when he found them in the hospital last year. Now that they were getting married, tonight, she felt able to joke again — like they were through to the other side of whatever had been happening now, and maybe everything wasn't fixed, but this meant that it would at least get better.

"So we need to get Delight and we need to go to Montrose," Zelda said, "And then we'll be married." She leaned up to kiss him again. They had a plan. Really, if getting Delight out of her house wasn't too difficult — this would all be very, very easy.

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