“You’re too young.” “I’m old enough.” “It’s too risky.” She threw up her hands in exasperation. “In case you haven’t noticed, visiting the hardware store is a life-endangering mission these days. I can do it. I want to do it. I’m not afraid.” “You should be.” “Okay, fine.” She hesitated for a fraction of a second. “I get scared. I’m scared. Isn’t everyone? Only fools and politicians aren’t scared of war. That won’t stop me from fighting, though. I can fight scared. I’ve done it.”
