"Are you out of bed yet?!" Casey hollered up the stairs.

Derek groaned, turned over and pulled the pillow over his head. Though the house was almost complete, the past six days of even more decorating had taken its toll. Now the seventh day had arrived he was not planning on surfacing anytime soon.

Anticipating just such a reaction, Casey was already halfway up the stairs. Derek could hear her heels clicking on wooden treads that were still waiting for carpet. He sighed. If she arrived and there had been no movement on his part it would not be pretty. Reluctantly, Derek threw back the bed covers and slid his legs around to the side of the bed.

He was still lying there when Casey thrust open the bedroom door.

"Good. Now stand up and walk to the bathroom, Venturi. I don't want to be late." Some days his beloved girlfriend sounded just like his mother!

"I'm going, I'm going." Derek muttered.

Casey frowned, but in Derek's eyes at least, the movement didn't spoil her beauty. In fact, if anything, to him the typical Casey expression was unique and only served to enhance her face. Today she was immaculately dressed in smart pants and a crocheted top. Both were a rich royal blue colour and suited her. He briefly toyed with the idea of coaxing her back to bed but decided against it.

"I don't see what the reluctance is all about." She told him. "It's just Sunday lunch with the fam. and I have it on good authority that it's Mom who's cooking, not George. You like Mom's cooking."

Derek levered himself upright, scratched his nose and made for the bathroom. Though less formally attired than Casey fortunately, he was wearing boxers.

"Yup. I like your Mom's cooking." He confirmed, but he waited until the door was closed between them before he added, "It's her opinions I have a problem with."

As Derek showered he thought back to that conversation with Nora two months ago.

"It's time you asked Casey to marry you." Nora had stated.

He couldn't help it, Derek had gaped at her with wide eyes.

"What?"

"I said it's time you asked Casey to marry you." Nora had repeated.

"Yeah. That's what I thought you said." Derek had replied. "Why do you think I should marry my step-sister?"

Casey and Derek had decided a "Don't tell, don't let them ask" policy was the best as far as the family and their relationship was concerned. It seemed sensible and the most intelligent thing to do.

Unfortunately, Derek and Casey had inherited their own intelligence from somewhere: Casey's mom and Derek's dad to be precise.

"Derek. Stop. We both know Casey isn't just your step-sister anymore. She's your partner."

Feign ignorance. "My business partner."

"Your life partner."

Derek snorted. Nora rolled her eyes.

"Alright, not a great expression I grant you – I've never liked it. Avoiding people using that expression about me was one of the reasons I said 'yes' to your father rather than just live with him, but you know what I mean. Casey is more than just business to you. You're a couple. You might once have only shared the same bed, but things are different now, aren't they?"

Derek hadn't answered.

"AREN'T they?" Nora insisted.

Derek shrugged. "We're closer than we were." He half-admitted.

Nora nodded. "Are you lovers?"

Derek was horrified to discover his cheeks knew how to blush. Nora noticed and hid a small smile – badly.

"You're lovers." Nora stated. "Since when?"

Derek took a deep breath to avoid the blackness that crept at the edge of his vision. He muttered something that amazingly Nora found she could interpret.

"When you got back from Italy?!" She sounded astonished. "Not before?"

The family had been running a sweepstake on when the relationship had started. They all knew Derek and Casey were a couple and most of them had believed it had been going on in some form for years. Strangely, George had been the most accurate. Maybe he knew his son better than anyone believed.

But of course, Derek didn't need to know that.

Derek shook his head. "I'm sorry." He said more clearly this time, apologising for the revelation. What mother would want to know about a sexual relationship between her daughter and her step-son?

Nora curved an eyebrow. "Why? Should it have been sooner?"

Apparently, Nora!

"No. That…it happened at all."

Nora's eyes widened as she mis-interpreted his apology. "You regret it?"

Now it was Derek's turn to be surprised.

"NO! I meant that this isn't what you wanted for Casey. That we've let you down."

"Let me down?" Nora pulled a thoughtful face. "My daughter has a career that she loves. She is successful at what she does. Casey has many friends and people around her that love and respect her. She is safe, she is cared for, she is loved. Her partner in life makes her happy. They've built a future together which points only to love. He doesn't beat her, or belittle her – more than she can deal with at least."

They both smiled.

"She has a roof over her head…"

"Now at least." Derek interjected. "A few weeks ago…"

"It will be a wonderful, warm and loving home." Nora smiled at her own interruption. "No. You haven't let me down…yet. But there is one thing more that I think you owe me…or rather you owe Casey."

"You want me to marry her?" It was more of a statement.

Nora nodded.

"Won't us marrying make people gossip?" Derek pointed out. "I mean, normal people don't marry their step-sisters! Can you imagine what Fiona would say?"

Nora snorted. "Since when have the MacDonald-Venturis been normal – or cared what people think?" She grimaced. "Especially my sister."

"Marriage isn't a cure-all, Nora."

Derek's step-mother sighed. "No. It isn't. God knows I found that out the hard way the first time around." She smiled briefly. "But that doesn't mean that I don't believe in marriage between the right people."

"You think Casey and I are the right people?" Derek couldn't hide the shock in his voice.

"Yes. I finally think I do." Nora confirmed. "I'll admit I wasn't happy about the idea of a relationship between you in the beginning. But that was before I could see the true commitment between you –before, when your partnership was flaky and your relationship just a Chinese whisper. Now things are different. You've been together longer than you've been apart – professionally. You've been through so much and survived…and now, you're building a future."

Derek nodded. "Exactly! I'm giving Casey stability. Why do I need to give her marriage too?"

"Don't you love my daughter?" Nora raised an eyebrow.

There was silence. Derek walked to the window and looked out. He hated it when someone wanted to discuss feelings. He had a particular problem when that someone was a MacDonald. There was very little he was afraid of. High on his list, however, were MacDonald therapy sessions – also on the list was the idea of proposing marriage to someone…or rather proposing marriage to Casey. Not because he didn't care what her answer would be, but because he cared too much.

"Nora." He tried to reason with her.

Nora followed him and put a hand on his arm.

"Derek, it's just us here. There's no need for anyone to know about this conversation. Your image is not going to be affected by what is said within these walls. Tell me how you feel."

Oh No! It was going to be a double-whammy. A therapy session on feelings AND marriage!

Derek laughed nervously. "Image? It's not about image, Nora. You know me, images I'm good with. I can make anything look as good – or as bad – as I want. Including myself. No, my problem with answering your question is nothing to do with image. It's the other side of the partnership, the one I need Casey for. I'm no good with words."

"Funny, you normally manage to talk yourself out of trouble." Nora relented and smiled gently. "I'm not asking for an essay, Derek. I asked if you loved my daughter – it's a yes or no answer."

"Not for me it isn't." Derek said softly. "There isn't a word invented that accurately describes my relationship with Casey. Some days I think I could hate her as much as I love her. It's always been like that."

"Hate?"

Derek chuckled. "See, when I try to explain the words come out wrong."

He sighed. "She irritates me most days and annoys me frequently. Is this what I predicted for myself? No. Is she what I pictured when I thought about the love of my life, no – not when I was 15, not even when I was 20.

But, she breathes and my chest moves, she gets hurt and I feel the pain, our lives are inextricably linked. It's not about being in love with her – though I love her as if she were part of me – it's a necessity. It's about there not being a life without her. We've tried to live apart, we've always tried to live apart – it didn't work – Not once. Yes, now things are physical between us but the reality is our relationship is little different than it has ever been. We need to be in each other's lives. We are most comfortable, most happy when we are together. It's a practicality thing. I can't ask her to marry me because I don't want to lose her and if I ask her, that might just happen."

"I can't decide if that was ridiculous romantic, or coldly practical." Nora admitted. They both chuckled. "I don't understand why asking her to marry you would cause you to lose her."

"I can't ask her, Nora. She would never say 'yes'."

Derek closed his eyes as shampoo ran from his head across his forehead and cascaded onto his face. He wiped a hand across features screwed tight against the soap – and the memory of that conversation.

After Derek's admission, Nora had tried to persuade him that he was mistaken; Casey was a romantic. But though Nora had known her teenaged daughter well, no one on the planet knew the woman she had become better than Derek. He knew that Casey would never accept a proposal of marriage from him. She might love him with all her heart and be prepared to stay with him for the rest of their lives, but in Casey's mind accepting a marriage proposal from Derek would be giving in to him. Casey loved the idea of marriage – had been planning hers since the day she discovered the institution existed. Any other man she would have no problem saying 'yes' to. Marriage to Derek on the other hand – it would be like handing him the car keys, backing down in an argument or acknowledging he was right.

Faced with his unmovable opinion, Nora had been forced to stop badgering Derek and turn her attention to taking sill to floor and valence width measurements – for the curtains.

But Casey's mother had not given up totally. Since then it had been two months and yet Nora never missed an opportunity to bring the subject up whenever she was alone with Derek: every lunch, dinner and family occasion.

So no, Derek was not looking forward to Sunday lunch with the family!

"Beer?" George greeted Derek as soon as the latter trailed through the door behind Casey. Derek looked a bit taken aback. But George grinned and watched Casey make her way to the kitchen before whispering. "I know it's early but I thought you might need fortification."

His son frowned in confusion.

"Nora's in the kitchen, D. I believe she's keen for a chat." George said the words carefully and with the false politeness of the courtroom, but he grinned at Derek. "You can try but I don't think you'll avoid her."

Derek groaned. "Thanks for the warning. Any chance it's about something different this time?"

"Not unless you've proposed since Nora spoke to Casey last night." George informed him cheerfully. Derek's face took the look of a frightened rabbit and he glanced around them nervously. No one else could have heard.

"Nope!" Derek popped the "p" and took a sip of the beer. "No chance Nora's weakening?"

His father shook his head. "Anything but. One of Lizzie's friends just got engaged and Lizzie's going to be the best woman. The girls are high with wedding fever." Derek definitely didn't like the look of glee on his father's face.

"Shit." He muttered as George smiled almost sympathetically and led his eldest son over to the couch.

There were healthy snacks laid out on the coffee table and both men immediately began to pick at them. It had been many years since Nora's arrival in the house and the family had all adapted to some of the changes she had brought. Swapping chips for carrot sticks had taken a while though – a while and a health scare for George.

"I don't see the problem." George kept his voice low to avoid sharing the conversation with the rest of the household. "We all get caught in the end."

Derek snorted. "Not if you run fast enough." He joked. George didn't approve.

"I'm kidding!" Derek assured him. "I'm not avoiding it. It's just…"

"Get a move on, Derek." His father interrupted and with a groan Derek realised his father was serious

Not you too Dad!

"Ethel? Wasn't she the friend who had a guy in every city, swore she was the ultimate feminist and that guys were "put on the planet for the entertainment of women"?" Derek quizzed Lizzie.

Casey hid a small smile across the table. She too had been party to that conversation. She liked Ethel, shared a lot of her views even, just maybe not quite as militantly.

They were all sitting around the family dining table the way they always had, cutlery clicking as they ate Nora's culinary efforts. Each still sat in the same places, except necessity had led to George building a new top for the table to allow it to seat seven adults and a Robbie. The last addition to the family had naturally slotted into place beside Lizzie at George's right hand more than a decade ago.

"Yes. The one and the same." Lizzie answered. "But now she's hopelessly in love." Casey's younger sister had changed a little in the past decade. She had gone through the bright hair colour and unsuitable clothes phase, and was now into career woman mode. Casey still wouldn't have parted with money for Lizzie's current outfit, however.

"The fool!" Edwin muttered in response to Lizzie's love comment. Without being told, Derek correctly guessed his brother had been dumped again – and recently. Derek chuckled softly.

"Isn't marriage against her creed? As a feminist…" He asked with a sly look at Casey. She didn't bite…at first.

Lizzie answered him. "Yes…but she's…"

"…in love." Derek and Edwin chorused in mock-dreamy voices. Casey rolled her eyes.

"Cynics!" She chided. "Feminism and love works. The two concepts aren't mutually exclusive, you know. Look at us: Me, Lizzie, Marti, we're feminists and we've all managed relationships whilst maintaining our equality and status."

Derek gave Marti a penetrating look. That was the first he'd heard about her love life. Perhaps it was time he had a chat with his young sister - after this…event/smackdown.

"Not successfully you haven't. And none of you are married." The bitterness still echoed in Edwin's voice. "Ethel is not a feminist. She was - and always has been - just plain weird."

Lizzie shook her head. "Why do girls have to be weird just because they don't fall under your charm?"

Marti grinned. "He crashed and burned with Ethel?"

Derek laughed. "Oh yeah! Spectacularly. Didn't she say something about preferring to sleep with a gorilla?" he asked Edwin.

The middle brother snorted. "That will be why she tried to get in your pants." He retorted.

This was news to Casey who gave Derek a look that spoke volumes. He quietly shook his head.

Lizzie grinned at the banter. "It's nice to see Ethel happy though. I'm all for feminism but she seemed to wear hers like a chip on her shoulder."

"She had the courage of her convictions." Casey defended Lizzie's friend.

"Until she met Mr Right!" Derek pointed out. Casey sighed. It wasn't a big cause of dissension between them, but the virtues of feminism argument had been rattling around in the background between them for years. It was a guaranteed way to wind Casey up.

George frowned. "Wasn't she the girl who refused to eat the meal Nora had cooked because it would make her complicit in feminine slavery? ….She didn't have a chip on her shoulder…it was a cinder block."

"Georgie…" Nora protested. "That's rude!"

Lizzie shook her head. "No Mom, you know George and Derek are right. Ethel has her moments. But she has her romantic side, too. There were tears in her eyes when she was telling me about the proposal. Apparently it was hugely sweet and sentimental."

"Plain mental more like." Edwin muttered. Derek was tempted to agree with him.

Lizzie went on. "He took her down to Niagara for the weekend and proposed by moonlight beside the falls. It's a huge rock."

"We know that Lizard, we've all been there." Edwin informed her.

"I meant on her finger, dumbass." Lizzie rolled her eyes at her own erstwhile business partner.

They all chuckled.

"What kind of wedding is she having?" Casey asked casually. "Traditional or something different?"

Lizzie swallowed her mouthful of food and coughed. "Traditional…and she's wearing white."

Nora nodded in approval. "A nice cream can look lovely."

Lizzie shook her head. "Not cream. White! Brilliant, glacial white."

Derek grinned. "Perfect for an ice queen then." He winked at Edwin but his attention was still focussed on Casey – and her reaction.

Robbie frowned. "Glaciers look blue." He objected. "I saw it on the Discovery Channel."

George smiled at his youngest. "Don't try and make sense of it, Robbie. Weddings are a foreign language that doesn't come with a phrase book. You'll never understand. Us guys rarely do."

At the other end of the table, Nora looked slightly frustrated at her husband. Under her gaze George turned his attention to his plate.

"But you got married. You must understand." The youngest Venturi pointed out, unwilling to give up.

"I understand marriage." George told him. "But no man ever understands weddings!"

"I'll tell you what I don't understand." Derek said thoughtfully. "I don't understand how someone so opposed to feminine slavery can get goo-ey eyed over the suggestion that she should get tied to a man for the rest of her life. Can you Case?"

Derek's girlfriend was not impressed but she remained silent and it was Nora that pulled a face at him.

Nice try buster! I'm still a nag…sorry, I'm still going to nag!

"When you're in lurve, you'll understand." Edwin said with mock sincerity and a finger extended as he raised his wine glass. Derek chuckled but he didn't miss the raised eyebrow from his girlfriend. He decided to change the subject - Casey got there first.

"When you're in love." she announced pointedly, "marriage is not a form of feminine slavery. It's a partnership between equals – a safe haven against the duplicity [pointed look at Derek] and inconstancy [sharp nod] of others."

"Just because I'm not married does not make me incontinent!" Edwin objected.

"Oh I don't know, anyone who's shared a bathroom with you might disagree." Lizzie told him.

Derek laughed and decided to push Casey further.

"…And if she does find a way to reconcile her feminism with the institution of marriage, how does she justify the fact that it has to be the guy that does the asking?" He went on, glancing briefly at Nora. His stepmom shook her head at him in despair.

"It doesn't have to be." Marti pointed out. "Women can propose too."

"Aw, but it's not the same." Casey protested. "Men are notoriously bad at sharing their feelings. A woman can go through the whole relationship believing she is the only one fully committed to it. She might always feel she is over-enthusiastic, over eager and pushing too hard." Derek raised an eyebrow but Casey didn't meet his eyes.

"And nine times out of ten she'd be right!" Edwin interjected. Casey glared at him, but Derek was starting to really appreciate his unwitting wingman. He was doing Derek's job for him…that of winding Casey up.

Oblivious to the manipulation, Casey went on. "When a man finally proposes, it's a major sign that the couple are both committed to the relationship. Both have equal appreciation for the other. Both want a future together. It's not just about the physical."

"It isn't?" Derek teased.

It was clear from Casey's tone of voice and the lack of guile in her words that whilst she maybe referring to their relationship in some small way, it was only on the fringes. Casey was not of the same frame of mind as her mother and Derek's father. Casey was not waiting for a proposal from Derek. If she had been, there would have been a weight to the words "finally proposes". That weight was missing.

It gave Derek pause for thought. What if Casey didn't see marriage in their future?

Edwin interrupted him and Derek shook the thought away.

"Women can propose, but they shouldn't expect a yes unless they've got the guy backed up in a corner with no way out." The younger man suggested, shivering. "It's like "Marry me or I'll cut off your b…"

"Edwin!" Nora, Casey and Lizzie chided.

Derek laughed. "Why is it only romantic if the guy proposes? Surely if women are the mushy sex they have more idea how to carry out a romantic proposal."

"No one said that women couldn't propose in a romantic way." Casey objected.

"But it's more romantic if men do it?"

"Well, yes."

"So let's get this straight, there is something that men do better than women?" Derek lifted his water glass and looked across at Casey. She shuffled in her seat.

"Not better as such, not all men…just…"

"I thought the" [hooked fingers] "…'core' of feminism was that women are equal to men in all aspects and have the right to be treated as such. So basically if a woman considers herself a feminist, is in a healthy, loving relationship and believes it is time for the relationship to move to a more permanent state she would be failing in her duties to her feminist beliefs if she didn't propose to her partner…"

Derek was uncharacteristically eloquent as though he had given this a lot of thought. Casey, however, was confused.

Nora began to get suspicious.

"Wouldn't she?" Derek pushed.

"If she was…"

"Wouldn't she?" He pushed again.

"I suppose you could see it that way." Casey conceded, but she looked baffled.

"That really is an extreme way of looking at it!" Lizzie interjected but Derek and Casey were oblivious. Under the table, Nora's fingers began to cross.

Derek sat back in his chair in triumph. "You're a failure as a feminist, MacDonald." He announced.

"What?!"

"You call yourself a feminist, but you expect the man to do the proposing."

"I…"

"You want equality for women in all aspects of life…until it comes down to the marriage proposal…and I ask you, how can you expect equality in a marriage when there wasn't equality in the proposal which brought the marriage about? You want your "Mr Darcy" in his wet shirt to sweep you off your feet in the most romantic way then whisk you away to his castle for some unequal pampering. You're a part time feminist, Casey."

"I'm not?!" Casey didn't sound too sure.

"Yes. You are. You'd never propose marriage!" Derek's voice rose with conviction.

Casey rallied. "I would!"

Derek snorted and leaned forward. "No you wouldn't. You'd wait and wait and wait until the guy asked…and then you'd keep him hanging on for the verdict – before saying "No". Poor sap!" He leaned back in his chair, point made.

"I wouldn't!' Casey collected herself. "I could do it."

"Don't believe you!" Derek nonchalantly turned his attention to his plate.

"I could!"

"You could get down on one knee and propose marriage?" he glanced up.

"Of course!"

"And you'd still think it was as valid a proposal as one made by your partner?"

"Of course!"

"It would still be romantic and one of the best days of your life?"

"Definitely".

Derek laid down his knife and fork.

"PROVE IT!"

There was a sudden silence. Derek and Casey were now both completely oblivious to the rest of the room and its occupants. (who were all watching with confusion, shock and some degree of amusement).

Derek lowered his voice. "Prove it, sweetheart." He said quietly but every bit as forcefully.

Casey glared at him.

"You want me to…" She started.

"On your knee." He prompted. "Prove to me that love and feminism are not mutually exclusive concepts."

"I…now?"

Derek tilted his head expectantly.

Casey swallowed.

Then she deliberately stood up, pushed back her chair and knelt down on one knee.

"Will you marry me?" She asked – and her teeth were only slightly gritted.

The room held its breath.

Derek positively beamed.

"Yes!" He replied and turned triumphantly to his mother-in-law-to-be.

"Now can you stop bugging me to propose?" He asked.

In the midst of his triumph, something cold and wet hit him square in the face. Derek turned back to look at Casey who was now also smiling broadly and balancing an empty water jug in her hand.

"What was that for?!" Derek objected, his face, neck and shirt totally soaked.

"Sorry, but I was under the impression you wanted to be my Mr Darcy!" His fiancée retorted with glee.

Later in the kitchen, the washing up was under way.

"Well it was ballsy, I'll give you that!" George told his eldest son handing him a dripping saucepan.

"Cowardly more like!" Edwin objected bringing another food-encrusted dish from the table. "He should have just asked her to marry him like a normal person."

Derek shook his head. "This was more…suitable. It was more Casey and me. We were never going to have a calm discussion about marriage and we were never going to stand in front of you guys and admit we're an item. It was only ever going to be a spectacle – and an explosive one at that."

"You just didn't have the guts to get rejected." Edwin spoke from experience.

Derek placed the newly dry plate on the kitchen table.

"If I'd been conventional I would have been rejected, but Casey can never resist an argument or the opportunity to prove me wrong…even when it comes to our relationship."

"And you're supposed to be in love!" Edwin pointed out. He paused. "But it still wasn't brave. You just bullied her."

"Coerced. There's a difference and Casey's pretty good at understanding the difference. Neither of us bullies the other."

George passed him another pan. "I hope so for your sake because when I said it was brave I didn't mean the proposal as such. I meant it was brave starting your married life with an argument!"

"Happy?" Nora asked Casey. They were sitting on the sofa, cup of tea in hand. The decade-old rule of "whoever cooks doesn't do the dishes" kicking in once more.

"I will be." Casey smiled at her mom. "Just as soon as I figure out a way to get back at him for being so underhand.

Nora looked uncertain. "You don't regret asking him to marry you?"

Casey chuckled. "Of course not! Our marriage was inevitable and I've been wondering for some time how he was going to get around the proposal hurdle. We both knew I would never give in. I just don't like being put on the spot like that!"

"I guess he had a point about equality." Nora acknowledged.

"Please don't ever admit that to him, Mom!" Casey hissed. "He'll be insufferable!" She sipped her tea. "Like I said, I need to find a way to get my own back on my beloved fiancé."

Nora too, sipped for a moment. "You up for a suggestion?" She queried a time later.

Casey lifted her head and looked towards the kitchen where the door was now shut, and then she regarded Nora with a sly look.

"Always!"

Nora grinned and put down her cup of tea on the coffee table. Excited she turned in her place and put her hand on Casey's arm.

"Well…" She whispered animatedly. "You know that small room off your bedroom? You know…Derek's "hot tub"?"

Casey nodded. "My dressing room!" She said with the same degree of determination she used when discussing the space with Derek. Nora nodded, climbed off the sofa and quickly skipped to the area of the family room where she kept her work stuff – including her sketch-books. She returned to Casey and resumed her seat. On her lap was a sketchbook marked "Derek and Casey".

"Oooh! Are those your designs for our house?" Casey's eyes lit up.

"Yes! I've completed designs for all the rooms – including two versions for the little room …you know, a hot tub room and a dressing room."

Casey nodded.

"But…" Nora paused. "Now don't get cross, but I also did a third design for that room – just idly, daydreaming if you like."

Casey looked amused. "Go on…"

Nora smiled. "Well, I think it might be the perfect way to get back at Derek. I mean you don't actually have to go through with it straight away, just suggesting it will be enough to cause the panic to set in…but…well…"

Nora opened the design book on a page that Casey noted needed no encouragement as though the spine was broken from the page's overuse.

Casey's eyes fell to the picture and she gasped.

It was there in their future she knew now, not for a year or so maybe because money would be tight and she wanted some time to themselves.

But Derek didn't need to know that!

Lots of pink – and a little blue -, lots of fabric, stencils on the walls and stuffed toys on the whitewood shelves. Plus two cute little bassinettes resting side by side.

A little nursery - beautifully decorated and appointed – just waiting for two little bundles of joy.

"Perfect!" Casey exclaimed. "He'll hate it!"

She smiled at Nora. "…and then he'll love it!"

Nora wasn't sure if the gleam in Casey's eye was one of joy or cunning. She suspected the latter.

Oh well! Derek only had himself to blame for Casey's next assignment!

The End.

AN: Sorry about the protracted nature of the last few updates. If you are interested in writing and are young, single and don't have children PLEASE start writing now! It never gets any easier to find the time!

This isn't the end of my LWD career. I'm reviewing what to do next so keep looking!

Sarah X