”No patience, no feel for Aikido. She just wants to make the moves like an automaton and hurry on to something else. Kit, that kid is in one damned big hurry to do something and I’m not sure it’ll be healthy once she does it.”
Great. Sven was waxing philosophical about his only grandkid, who was in a tearing hurry to die. He wondered if her impatience were part of her general personality, part of that mysterious unfinished business she’d mentioned, or just eagerness to get past the lessons and into something she could consider an adventure?
”Maybe she just wants to get down time,” Kit sighed. “In her place, I would. Here she is on TT-86 watching the tourists go places she can’t and all I let her do is read books and take lumps from you and Ann.”
Sven pursed his lips, looking faintly like a thoughtful bulldog. “Could be, I guess. She’s young, wants an adventure. Maybe you should give it to her. Settle her down.”
”Give her an adventure?” Kit echoed. “You mean send her down time? Before she’s ready?”
Sven shrugged. “Sure. Why not? I’m not talking about a scouting trip. Send her on a tour. Britannia Gate’s due to open soon. Outfit her for a tourist jaunt and send the kid to London for a few days. Might take the itch out of her trousers, give her a taste of what it is she’s letting herself in for.”
”I can’t go with her,” Kit pointed out unhappily.
Sven’s sympathetic glance didn’t help much. Stinks,” he agreed. “So send Malcolm. He owes her a guided tour, anyway.”
Kit sharpened his gaze. “He what?”