“They’re not going to bother us. We didn’t do anything.” “They ain’t gonna bother you, maybe! They look at you and see a poodle. They look at me and all they see is a pit bull.” Pit bull? Lena? I don’t understand what she’s talking about, but she lets me go and wraps her arms around herself. Her knees lock, drawing her up straight, but she’s not still. She’s shaking. Freaking out harder than she did in the concession stand when they were shooting. Bullets didn’t make her shake, but this does.
