Ireallyhopethatyou’vecomeherefromthebeginningof10.2.Let’sjumprightintothefinale!

ChrisfoundMalpacingdownstairs,shakinghisheadandmuEeringtohimself.

“What’swrong?”sheasked.

Hestopped.“AmIdoingtherightthing?”Malcrossedhisarmsandlookeddown.

“Aboutwhat?”sheasked,realizingtheanswertoherquesNonnotlongaOeritpoppedoutofhermouth.“Talktome,Mal.”

“IfIdothis—ifIpushWillintothismarriage—thenhe’snotgoingtobehappy,”Malsaid.“HedeservestohavesomeonebyhissidewhohelovesthewayIloveyou.EventhoughIbarelyknewyoubeforeMomarrangedourmarriage…Ibarelyknewyou,butIhadachancetogettoknowyou.Will’snotgoingtohavethatchance—he’salreadygoEentoknowJanassomeoneelse.Someonewhosomeoneelsehasloved.Wholovessomeoneelse.

“Idon’tknowifshe’sgoingtowantit.Idon’tknowifhe’llwantit.OrifIwould.IguessnowthatJulian’sgeWngmarried,he’sgoingtodealwithitbeEer,butIsNllwouldn’twanttobehimrightnow…”

“ButthenIthinkaboutthewaytheworldis.IknowJulianwouldhavewantedtomoveout,buthesaidhecouldneverfindaplacetolive.Brandon’salwayssaidhewantstostayhere,butIfeellikehewouldhavewantedhisownlife,too.Whatelseistherethatwedon’tevenknowcanchangeforthebeEer?Maybetherearemorethingslikethosethinkingcapsoutthere.Idon’tknow,butJandoes.AndIthinkI’dregretitifIleOthishouseinWill’shandswithoutdoingeverylastthingIcan.”

“Wecan’thaveitbothways,”Chrissaid.“It’sthescience,orit’sWillbeinghappy.”Shetappedherfingersonherchin.“AndIwouldprefertoseeWillinheritWinterfell.Hewantsto,andIthinkhewantsitfortherightreasons.”

Malnodded.“Butwhatifhedoesn’twantit?”heasked.“IknowWillwantstobetheheir,butlikeIsaid,hemightnotwantitlikethis.IsitbeEertoofferittoSabrielortoletWillmarrysomeoneelse?”

“WecandecidethatwhentheNmecomes,”Chrissaid.

Malnodded.“ThatsoundslikewhatI’vebeenthinking,”hesaid,soundingrelieved.“Lethimchoose.”

“IfeellikeIcouldhavestoppedthisfromhappeningifIhadn’tjumpedonthatfoodservicejobandjustwentforwhatIreallywanted,”Chrissaid.

MalreachedforherhandatthesameNmethatChrisreachedforhis.“Don’tworryaboutit,”hesaid.“MaybetherewouldbeallkindsofinvenNonsfillingupthehousenow,butIwouldn’ttradeleWngthekidseatforanything.Ineverwantedthemtogohungrybecausefoodwassoscarce.”Hefrowned.“Iwantedtogivethemeverything.”

Shouldshetellhim?Itcouldn’thurt,anditwouldprobablyhelp.

“Mal,”shesaid.“there’sawomannamedAlayneStonelivinginWinterfell.I’mnotsureifIbelievethis,but…apparentlyshe’syourgrandmother,andshe’stryingtohurtus.”

Malstaredather,notunderstanding.“What—mygrandmother—youmeanSansa?How?Why?Howcanthatbepossible?”

“Becausetheghostsofpeopleweknowcomebacktohauntus,”Chrissaid.“Isitreallythatmuchofastretchtogofromghoststopeoplewhohavecompletelyrisenfromthedead?”

“Iguesswhenyouputitthatway…”Maltrailedoff.“Butshedidsomuchforthisplace.Howcouldshewanttohurtus?”

“Itsoundedlikeshewantedtobeinchargeagainherself,”Chrissaid.

Malfrowned.“Whatarewesupposedtodoaboutthis?Besidestellingthekidsandeveryoneelse.Becauseifitistrue,Idon’twanttobetheonewhowentaroundyellingthatitwasalie…”

“Don’tworry,”Chrissaid.“We’llmakeitthrough.Wealwayshave.”

Malhuggedher.“Iloveyou.Idon’tknowwhatI’ddowithoutyou.”

“Iloveyou,too.”

Willdidn’tknowwhattoexpectwhenthetaxidroppedhimoffandhewalkeduptoWinterfell.Herehewas.Sabrielwastheonlymemberofhisfamilywhohe’dseeninthreeyears;phoneconversaNonsdidn’tcount.Howwaseveryonedoing?Hadtheychangedasmuchashefeltlikehehad?DidtheysNlllovehim?Ofcoursetheydid.Theywerehisfamily.Butwhatiftheydidn’t?

JuliancameouttogreetWillandwaved.“Welcomehome,”hesaid.

“Thanks.It’sgreattoseeyou,”Willsaid.Heleanedcloser.“Isthat…anengagementring?”

“Itis,believeitornot.BriEanyaskedmetomarryher.”

“NotJan?”

Julianlookeddown.“No.Whydon’twegoinsideandtalkaboutit?Yourdadwantstoaskyousomething.”

Willwalkedupthestepsandlookedintothehouse.Thefirstfloorlivinganddiningareahadn’tchangedonebit.Hehadrememberedthewallpaperasabrighteryellow,butnowthatitwasinfrontofhim,hedidn’tseewhathadmadehimthinkthat.ButeventhisincrediblyfamiliarroomseemedsodifferentaOeryearsofbarewallsanditchybluecarpeNng.LookingbackatthishouseremindedWilljusthowluckyhewastobeabletolivethere.NofighNngtosurvive.Theymighthavetofight,butitwassotheycouldmakelifebeEerforeveryoneelse.

Whywasn’tJulianmarryingJan?heaskedhimself.

“Hi,Will.”Hisdad’ssmiledidn’tlookasbigasherememberedit.“Welcomehome.Whydon’tyougrabasandwichandhaveaseat?”

“It’sgoodtoseeyou,too,”Willsaidashewenttogethissandwich.OfcoursethingsweregoingtobedifferentaOerthreeyears,butitseemedlikeeveryonewasacNngstrangely.Everyonelookedalotolder,especiallyhisdad,buttheywerealsosomuchmoreseriousthanheremembered.“What’snew?”

“Thingsaregoingonalmostthesameasusual.”Maldidn’tknowexactlywhattosaytoWill.Neitheroneofthemhadchosentobeoutofcontactforthislong,butthreeyearswassNllalongNmetogowithoutseeingyourson.HehopedtheotherswouldbeabletostayintouchmoreoOen.“Arthur’sgoingtojoinyouatcollegesoon,andSabrielisgoingtogoearly.”

“That’s…great,”Willsaid.“I’mlookingforwardtoseeingthem.”

“We’vebeentalkingalotabouttheheirship.”

“Hassomethingchanged?”Willasked.

“No,”Malsaid.“WesNllwantyoutobeheir—ifyousNllwantit,ofcourse.”

“Whywouldn’tIwantit?”Willfeltrelievedforamoment,buthehadafeelingthatthisquesNonwouldhaveananswerthathedidn’twanttohear.

“YouaskedmeearlierwhyIwasn’tmarryingJan,”Juliansaid,takingaseatnexttoWill.

“Andwhyaren’tyou?Asidefromthefactthatyou’reaRomanceSim—butwhymarrysomeoneelse,then?”

“Janisatheorist,”Malexplained.“Ithoughtitwouldbeagoodideatoaskifshecouldhelpthefamily,becauseshecouldbeinvenNngsomereallyinteresNngthings.ButthenJulianremindedmethatthere’sonlyonewaythatshecanhelpthefamily:ifshemarriesyou.”

“What?”Willasked.“Jan—marriesme?Howisthatsupposedtowork?”

“Well,youdon’thaveto,”Malsaid,wishinghe’dthoughtmoreaboutthebackupplannow.

“Andyou’reokaywiththis?”WillaskedJulian.“Youthinkit’sjustfineifithappens?”

“Honestly,I’mtryingtobehappywithit,”Juliansaid.“ButIloveBriEany,too,andIthinkI’mgoingtobehappierspendingtherestofmyNmewithherthanIwouldbeonmyown.It’snotwhatIwanted.ButnomaEerwhatyouchoose,Will,I’vefoundsomeoneIlove,andI’mgoingtobeokay.”

Willturnedbacktohisdadandwatchedhismomgrabasandwichandtaketheemptyseatatthetable.“IsNlldon’tgetthis,”hesaid.“Youthinkit’sagoodideaformetomarryUncleJulian’sgirlfriendbecause…ofherjob?”Couldthatbeagoodreasontomarryher?Couldanythingbeagoodenoughreason,evenifheseemedtohavehisuncle’spermission?

“Shedoeshaveanimportantjob,”Chrispointedout.“Andherworkcoulddomoreforthiscommunitythanwecouldeverimagine.We’renotgoingtodoanythingunNlbothofyousayyes,butyourdadandIthinkit’ssomethingthat’satleastworthconsidering.”

“SowhathappensifIconsideritandIsayno?”Willasked.“DoesthatmeanIcan’tbetheheiranymore?Isfindingatheoristreallythatimportant?”

“Honestly,wedon’tknow,”Malsaid.“WesNllthinkyou’dbethebestheirforthisfamily,andwewanttochooseyou.Weknowhowmuchthismeanstoyou.ButwealsowanttofindascienNst.”

“WethoughtthatwewouldtalkaboutthatwhentheNmecameandgivebothofyoutheopNon,”Chrissaid.

“It’syourchoice.Whateveryouwant.”

Butitsurelookedliketherewasarightchoiceandawrongone.

Willstaredathissandwich.Eventhoughnoonehadsaidtheseexactwordstohim,hehadalwaysknownsomewheredeepdownthathewouldhavetomakesacrificesforhisfamily,whetherhewastheheirornot.Hejusthadn’tknownwhatwouldbeaskedofhim.

Hehadtomarrysomeone,didn’the?WillhadoneyearleOincollege,andhehadn’tfoundanyonewhoheloved,letaloneanyonehelovedenoughtomarry.Butwhenhegraduated,hewouldhavetomovehome,findwork,andgetmarriedquicklyinordertoensurethatthefamilywouldconNnueintothenextgeneraNon.Ifhecouldn’tfindsomeonehimself,whynotacceptthepersonwhotheytoldhimtomarry?

Butpartofhimcriedout.ThiswasJan.ItwasthewomanwhohadsataroundthetableinherunderwearwhoknewhowmanyNmesanddancedthesmustleashebecameateenager.Julianmightbeflashinganengagementringandsayinghewasfinewiththismarriage,buthowcouldhisunclejustletgoofsomeonehehadlovedforsolong?IfhisunclesNlllovedher,howcouldWilleverdothat?HowcouldJaneverlovehim?

You’reaskingtoomuch,Willthoughtashechewed.Icangiveupalot.ButcanIdothis?

Helookedacrossthetableathisdad.Maltriednottoshowanyexpression,buthecouldn’tkeepthesmileoffhisfaceenNrely.

Willlookedaway.Hehadalwayswantedhisdadtotakehimseriously.Lookathimnow.Couldhebetakenanymoreseriously?

WhenWillthoughtaboutsayingno,hedidn’tthinkhecoulddothat,either.WillhadwantedtobetheheireversincehefirststartedtothinkaboutchoosinghisaspiraNon.Howcouldhegivethatup?HowcouldhegivethatuptoSabriel?She’dprobablyyellathimalltheNmewhensheactuallygotcontrol—

“Ow.”Willrealizedhe’daccidentallybiEenhislip.

Hecouldn’tletSabrielbetheheir,andhedidn’tloveanyoneelse.Whatelsewashesupposedtodo?

“Yes.I’lldoit.”

“Areyousure?”Malasked.“Wedon’twanttoforceyouintothis.”

“Yeah.Iam,”Willsaid.“IsNllwanttobetheheir,andifit’sthebestthingforthefamily…”Helookedaroundthetable.“ThenI’llmarryher.”

Hehopedhe’ddonetherightthing.

“Whileyou’rehere,”Chrissaid,“there’sonemorethingwehavetoexplaintoyou.”

SheproceededtoexplaintohimabouthowAlaynewasSansaandtryingtosupplantthem.Willhadhearditoncebefore,andhesNlldidn’treallybelieveit,buthewonderediftherewassomethingtoitnowthathismomhadboughtintothestory.

AndjustaOerthat,JulianmadethecalltotalktoJan.

AssoonasArthurgothomefromschool,heheadedforthephoneandcalledupRicky.Hewasn’treadyforcollegeyet,soArthurwantedtosaygoodbyeoutsideoftheschoolwheretherewasn’tapolicyaboutpublicdisplaysofaffecNon.ThenhesatdowntoreadwhilehewaitedandwentoutsidetogreetRickyaOerseeinghimarrivefromthewindow.

“Heythere!”Arthursaid,mimickingSabriel’sfinger‐gungesturebecausehefeltlikeit.

Rickylaughed.“Heyyourself!”

“What’sup?”Arthursmiled.“Andhowcomeyou’renotgoingtocollege?I’llmissyouthere.”

Rickyshrugged.“Ijustdon’tfeellikeI’mreadytogrowupyet.”Hedidn’tevenrealizeunNlamomentaOerhestoppedspeakingthathewassmiling.ItwasjustsoeasytosmilebackatArthur.

“Well,Iwishyou’dcomewithme,”Arthursaid.“ButIguessifyoudon’thavetogrowup,thenthere’snoreasonwhyyoushould…”

“Exceptmaybeifit’llkeepthegirlsaway,”Rickyjoked.

Arthurnodded.“Speakingofwhich…”

“Yes?”

“I…”

“Yes?”Rickylookedlikehewasabouttocrackup.

SoArthurdecideditwasagoodNmetoshutupandkissRicky.

“HowlonghaveyoubeenwanNngtodothat?”Rickyasked.

“Since…notthatlongaOerImetyou.”

Unfortunately,Arthurcouldn’tsethisstudiesaside,buthecouldchatwithRickywhilehedidso.

“Isthisasboringasitlooks?”Rickyasked.

“Yes,”Arthuranswered.“I’mnotevensurewhatI’mstudyingrightnow.Thewordsalllookthesame.Oh—Ithinkit’screaNvity.”

“Youcan’tblamemefornotwanNngtogotocollege.”Heleanedback.

WillfoundhimselfsiWngnexttoBriEanyatthemahjongtableandlookingatherwithoutbeingabletothinkofanythingtosay.HisunclelovedBriEany.Theyweregoingtobehappy.Sowhywassheoneofthelastpeoplewhohewouldhavewantedtositwithatthemahjongtablerightnow?She’dalwaysseemedpleasantenough.

“Iknowthisprobablyisn’tsomethingyouexpected—memarryingyouruncle,”BriEanyobserved,awarethatshewastechnicallygoingtobeWill’saunt.

“Probably?”Willasked.“Idon’tknowwhatIexpected,butit’sbeenalongNmesinceI’vebeenhere.Ofcoursesomething’schanged.”Morethansomething.

WillturnedhisfaceawayfromBriEanysoshecouldn’tseethetearswellingup.

WhenJancameover,thetwoofthemsatdownatthethresholdofthehousetotalk,andJulianexplainedwhateveryonehadbeentalkingabout:thediscussionofmarryinghertoWill,thedecisiontoletthetwoofthemdecide,Julian’sengagementtoBriEany,andWill’sdecision.

“You’rebreakingupwithme?”JanaskedJulian.

“Yes,”Juliansaid,nottryingtosidestepthequesNon.He’dbeenhopingthathemagicallywouldn’thavetoexplainthis.“Ilove—IsNllloveyou.ButIneverwantedtomakemoreofacommitmenttoyou,andIdidn’tthinkyoudid,either.Andthenthiscamealong,andIrealizedIdidwanttobewithoneperson—”

“Atleastyoutoldme.”Jandidn’twanttohearanymore.ShetriedtokeepheremoNonsoffherface.“Butifyoudidn’tthinkIwasthemarryingkind,thenwhyexactlydoyouthinkIshouldmarryyournephew?”

“I’mnotgoingtotrytopersuadeyou,”Juliansaid.“ButIwillsayit’sthechanceyou’vealwayswantedtostopcomingupwiththeoriesandstartpuWngyourideasintopracNce.”

Jangottoherfeettothinkaboutthat.Julianmighthavebeenaprick,buthehadagoodpoint.Ifshejoinedthefamily,shewouldhaveanopportunitythatnooneatherlabhadevergivenher:thechancetotranslatesomeofherideasfornewtechnologiesintoreality.HersuperiorshadalwayssaidthattheywerejustfantasycontrapNons,butJanknewthatshecouldmakethemachinethatputeveryoneintoabeEermoodareality.She’djustbeentooafraidtodoitonherownandrisklosingherjoboverit.Andifshetookthischance,themostpowerfulfamilyinWinterfellwouldbackherup.

Sherealizedthatshewassmilingandtriedtomakeherselfstop.

“I’lldoit,”shetoldJulian.

AOerall,shehadnothingrightnowbesidesajobwherepeopledidn’ttakehertheoriesseriously.SomethingwasbeEerthannothing.

“Great.”JulianhuggedJan.“Youwon’tregretit.Ihopethiswillmakeyouhappy.”

JanrealizedshewasholdingJuliantoocloselyandletgo.Shehadalreadystartedtryingtoforgethim.Sheshouldn’tevenlethimtouchherorwanttolethimtouchher.

“You’lllikeWill,”JulianassuredJan.“He’sagreatkid.”

Maybehewas.Buthewasakid.

Shedecidedtohitthebooks.AOerall,shewasherebecauseshehadajobtodo.Mightaswellgetonwithit.

Sabrielhadbeendemoted.

Blahblahblahherbosswantedsomeonewhowoulddowhatshewastold,notsomeonewithabrain.

Therewentanotheroneofherplans—thisonewasforimpressingthescholarshipcommiEeewithherworkexperienceandherinterestinpoliNcs.Itwasalessimportantplanthanbecomingtheheir,butSabrielhadn’tneededanythingelsetogowrong.

Luckily,thedownstairssinkwasbroken,whichmeantSabrielcouldtakeitoutonsomething.

“Takethat!”shescreamed.“YouAREalying,cheaNngcrook,anddon’tyoutrytoconvincemeorANYONEELSEotherwise!Idon’tknowwhyanyoneworksforyou!”

Unfortunately,Arthurseemedtoberight:thiswasn’tactuallyworkingtofixthesink.AndeventhoughhiWngstuffcouldbereallyfun,shewasn’taccomplishinganythingbesidesgeWngwet.

SoSabrielsatdownatthechesstable,wishingshecouldtakeanothernapinstead.Howmanyhourshadshespentinfrontofit?ShesNlldidn’thaveherlogicscholarshiptoshowforit.Fatlotofgoodthiswasdoing.Shesetoutthepieces,slammingeachoneagainsttheboard.

“CanIplay,orwouldyouratherbeherebyyourself?”Willasked.Hedidn’tknowifSabrielwasgoingtobitehisheadofflikeshehadatSpencer’shouse,butheneededtotalktosomeonewhowasn’tinvolvedinwhathadhappenedaroundthedinnertable,andArthurwashiWngthebookswithRicky.

“Youreallywanttoplaythisgod‐awfulgame?Goahead.I’mnotgoingtostopyou.”

Willlookedattheboard,thenadvancedhisfirstpiece.“Yourmove.”Ifheimaginedit,hethought,theycouldbothbeteenagersagain,whennoneofthishadhappened.

“Didyoudoit?”Sabrielasked.

“Dowhat?”

“AreyougoingtomarryJan?”ItwasprobablyastupidquesNon.Otherwise,herparentswouldhavecometoherbeforenow,butnoonehadseenfittofillherin.Theywereprobablyscared.Theyshouldhavebeen.

“Yes,”hesaid.“Believeitornot,Idocareaboutthisfamily.”

“Youdidn’thavetodothat,”Sabrielsaid.ShehadtoadmitthatshewaskindofimpressedthatWillhaddoneit,though.

“Yes.Ididhaveto.”

Thiswasn’twhatWillhadexpectedwhenhehadthoughtaboutbeingtheheirasakid,though.Whatifitcouldhavebeendifferent?Itdidn’tmaEer.Hehadmadehischoice,andnowhehadtolivewithit.

“Fine,”Sabrielsaid.“God,I’msoreadytostartcollege.Youhavenoidea.”

“You’regoingearly,then?”Willaskedasthelightstartedtofall.Hewasn’tsurewhathethoughtofthat.

“OfcourseIam,”Sabrielsaid.“I’mboredoutofmymind.There’snothingleOtodohere.”

Shelookeddifferentinthedark.Infact,Sabrielalmostlooked—vulnerable?No,thatcouldn’tbeit.

“Igetthat,”Willsaid.“And—justholdon.”Thatwaswhathewasdoing.

“Idon’tneedyourpity,”SabrielmuEeredfromacrossthetable.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Upstairs,BrandonapproachedLilytotalkabouthisplans.Heknewhewasn’tgoingtoliveforever,andbecauseLilywasimmortalandwasworkingherwayupinhisorganizaNon,hewantedhertotakeoverastheLawofWinterfell.“Iwantedtoknowhowworkwasgoingforyou,”hesaid.“BecauseI’vegotalotofplans.Eventhoughthat‘takeCarethattheLawsbefaithfullyexecuted’provisionseemstobefallingbythewayside…”

Lilyturnedawayandclosedhereyes.Shedidn’twanttothinkaboutthisnow.

“—andthen…”Brandonstoppedinthemiddleofhisgesture.“Whyaren’tyoulisteningtome?”

Sheturnedback.“Igotfired!”Lilyshouted.

“What?”Brandonanswered.“No.Noway.I’lltalktowhoeverdidthatandfirehisassifIhaveto.You’regeWngbackintheorganizaNon.”

“Butyoucan’tdothatandbeanexampleofabidingbythelawforeveryoneelse,”Lilysaid.“Anditisthelawnow:yougetfired,youcan’tgobacktoworkinthesamefield.It’sanuncommonlysillylaw,andithurtsalotofpeople,andIknowyoutriedtostopitfrombeingcodified.Butit’sthelaw.”Sheturnedawayagain.“It’sover.”

“Notyet,”Brandonsaid.“Evenifyoucan’tbethenewLaw,I’llfindsomeoneelsewhocanbetrustedtodoitaOerIdie.”

“Who?”sheasked.“Thekidsaregoingtohavetogointotheirownfields.AndIdon’tknowwhoelsewecantrust.”

“MaybeMayaorBriEanycoulddoit,”Brandonsuggested.“I’msurethere’ssomeone.”

Shedidn’tlookconvinced,andhedidn’tfeelconvinced,either.SoBrandonputasmileonhisface.“Cheerup.Everything’sgoingtobefine.”

“IfI’mgoingtogotocollege,I’dbeEergonowbeforethephonesdieagain.”Sabrielgotupfromthechesstable,thengaveitaslap.“Iamnotgoingtomissyou,”shetoldtheNmers.

“Allright,”Willsaid.“SeeyoubackatOldtown.”

Foronce,hereflected,heactuallywantedtogobacktohishouse.

ButinsteadofsiWngatthechesstable,hedecidedtogetupthenervetointroducehimselftoJan.

Shehadcookedporkchops,soWilltookaplateandsatdownatthetablenexttoher,thentookabite.“Thesearedelicious,”hesaid.“Wheredidyougettherecipe?”

“Fromoneofyourmom’scookbooks,”Jansaid.Shestaredatherfood,thenputdownherfork.“Excuseme.”

Whatwashedoingwrong?

ExisNng,probably.Shehadn’taskedforthis.IfWillwasJan,hewouldn’thavewantedtotalktohimself.Buthehopedthatsomeday,shewouldwanttospeaktohim.

ArthurandSabrieleachmadethephonecallstoaskfortheresultsoftheirscholarshipapplicaNonsanddiscoveredthat,betweenthem,theyhadearned$6500inscholarshipmoney(plusanextraonethousandforlivingexpenses).

Theyeachsaidtheirgoodbyestotheirparents,thoughArthurexpressedaliElemoreanxietyaboutleavinghomethanSabrieldid.

“You’lldoagreatjob,”bothMalandChrissaid,tellingbothArthurandSabrielhowproudofthemtheywere.

Andonebyone,theirtaxiscametotakethemtoOldtownandthenextstageoftheirlives,whereWillwouldwaitforthemoncetheyarrived.

NextNmeonAnApocalypseofIce:I’mactuallygoingtobetakingabreakfromWinterfellforaliElewhile.Here’swhatmyNmelineforfuturestorytellinglookslike:

+WillisgeWngaBachelorChallenge!ThisisintendedtomakeupforhisarrangedmarriagetoJan.I’vealreadyplayedthechallengeitself,sonowthatthisisdone,I’mgoingtostartontheBC.+AOerthat,I’mgoingtocomebacktoWinterfellandbringongeneraNon5(plusthefinalmemberofgeneraNon4).+Then,wheneverIreachsomewherethatresemblesanaturalstopping‐point,I’llleaveWinterfellagaintotellthestoryofthelovelyEloiseDoranattheBoolpropianRoundRobinLegacy!

SokeepaneyeoutontheBachelorChallengeboard,andHappySimming!

‐‐Lily

No,thistransiNonouoitisnotgoingtostopbeingfunny.

KeepaneyeoutontheBachelorChallengeboard,andHappySimming!

‐‐Lily