Well, he thought, I’m sure everyone will look normal to me again when we get back home. People here won’t think anything odd, I imagine. He reflected soberly just how disastrous it might be if he were wrong. No car accidents, he thought, please. No hospitals. I didn’t think about that.
Gilbert took the driveway from the caretaker’s home down to the Bellemore gates slowly, but even at twenty miles an hour it was as fast as a cantering horse and Angharad gripped the back of Gilbert’s seat until she realized just how smooth the ride was.
“Everything alright, dear?” Georgia said, looking back at her.
“I’m fine,” she managed, embarrassed, and George reached over and took her hand.
A glance at Maelgwn revealed the universal teenager’s love of speed, and Benitoe echoed that exhilaration right
