“If I do, will you teach me stuff? So no one gets hurt?” “If you want me to,” I said. She chewed her lip, looking intently at her fingers. “If . . . something happens to you, who is going to teach me?” An invisible boxer socked me in the gut. “Nothing’s going to happen to me,” I said. “It could,” Maggie said quietly. For those two words, her voice sounded older. Way too old for the little body it came from.
