“Look, fearless people are stupid, ’cause they don’t even understand what fear is. If I was fearless, I’d jump out of a plane without a parachute, or eat your mom’s cooking again.” Eugene laughed at this. “Yeah, there we go, he knows what I’m talking about. Point is, you gotta be scared. Fear protects you. You gotta be scared right down to your bones”—he touched his fingertips to her collarbone—“for bravery to mean anything.”
