If you want to help at that----" "I do," said Raine quietly, getting to her feet.

Her legacy of stubbornness set her lips firmly together.

"That's exactly what I mean.
Good night, dad." Brit answered her noncommittally, apparently sunk already in his own musings.

But his lips drew in to suppress a smile when he saw, from the corner of his eyes, that Lorraine was winding the alarm on the cheap kitchen clock, and that she set the hand carefully and took the clock with her to bed..