"I'm learning that change isn't such a horrible thing," Roxie admitted. "Sometimes it's not the most wonderful thing, its true, change is needed, otherwise...well, no one would have invented the wheel, and can you imagine life without your bike?" There was a thin thread of logic in there somewhere.

"Five years from now? I don't know. At one point, I thought I'd be working at my mother's magazine, possibly married to Vincent. Now? Everything's new and different and undecided." She smiled softly. "I kind of like not knowing what might come next."