The elderly man eyed the radio momentarily, wondering if his farmhand had developed a habit of talking to what was ultimately himself.  Last he recalled,<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>radio couldn't be spoken into.  He let it go, deciding that if the lad was indeed a little mad, at least he managed the heavy-handed work, and that was the important bit.  He was getting on in years.  After his wife left him, he’d worked himself even harder, which seemed to age his bones even more.  He wouldn’t admit it to Sho, but he needed the extra help.  Even his own children wouldn’t take the farm after he passed on.  They would more likely sell the land, and a hotel would be built over it.  He didn’t want that- but what would a dead man do about it?<br/><br/>“If you need me, just holler,” he said, turning his old eyes from the radio and onto Sho before shuffling out of the door frame again.<br/><br/>Arrietty clambered out from behind the pillow, tucking away the piece she’d cut from it into her satchel, as well as the small bit of thread.  Sho was already up, and she took notice of the way he held his hands behind him.  He’d done that before, as if anticipating a need to use them should he have to.  It reminded her of the first time she’d made any contact with him.  He saved her life doing it.  It was nice to know, for a change, that somebody was looking out for her- though she did doubt the old man was of any threat.  Nonetheless she was appreciative of the gesture.<br/><br/>When the hallway was quiet again, she emerged and watched Sho readying himself.  Perhaps it was another false alarm, but in the chance that the heifer was truly calfing?  She would be hard-pressed to miss it.  Making her decision, she gripped at the sheets and went spelunking off of the bed, swinging underneath it again.  She found the glider and worked to fasten it to her back.  Sod what her father said about the Beans.  Sho was her friend, and she hadn’t spoken with him in a very long time.  Hoisting the contraption over her shoulder, she found that one of the wings had snapped in her rush to enter the room.  It would do her no good returning the way she came now.  With the glider secured to her body, she stepped out from the underside of the bedframe.<br/><br/>“I’ll go with you,” she announced.  It would be smart, after all, to be able to see the house safely before she returned.  She knew she would be at some point.  She considered bringing Spiller with her, but decided against it, knowing Spiller was still learning the way of the Borrower, and introducing him to a practice not endorsed by Pod would end badly no matter how well the meeting went.  She didn’t trust him to keep that secret.