Everett went back to find Sarah taking a break from slushie making and reclining on a lounger under an awning right next to the south arcade where the twins and Joseph were still napping.

“I talked to Granny Miri,” he told her. “She’s going to do something to cut Rose’s growth rate by half.” He explained the rest.

Sarah grimaced. “Another notebook in the hands of an evil person can’t turn out well.”

“But at least it gives Rose more time. I’ll deal with whatever happens.”