Months passed by. It was summer.
Dasha was with Desmond to watch the annual Tourist Trophy races. The TT had one week of practice sessions (Practice Week) and a week of racing (Race Week). She was glad there was a change in her daily routine at the Crellin Estate—horse riding, swimming, learning to drive a car (until she got a license), exploring the island and doing a voluntary work at a community health center in Castletown for at least three to five hours every afternoon except on weekends.
“Let’s have a bet,” Dasha challenged her husband, smiling brightly at him. She watched him nod at some people whom he knew. They talked for a little while, and the couple moved to a less crowded area. However, it was a good place to view the passing racers. Desmond made sure it was not at a kerb or
