Tyler was as tall as his sister was short, ranging a good foot over her head. He was as pleasant with the others as if he had been leaving his sister at summer camp, but when he was actually ready to leave, he gave her a huge hug and said seriously, “You be careful, and you don’t take any chances, and you don’t go getting your nose in where it shouldn’t be.” “I’m all grown up now, Tyler,” she reminded him, but she hugged him in return. “She has a tendency to rush in—right into people who have guns,” he said.
