“I mean this whole situation, being the hero, the one who comes through in a damsel’s moment of need. It’s new for me. I’m finding it a bit unsettling.” “I’m not a damsel.” Clara’s sweaty palms threatened her grip on the steering wheel. She wiped them one by one on the shorts of her overalls. “Sure, you are. A young, unmarried woman of noble birth.” Clara shook her head as they approached a stoplight. “Did you just quote Merriam-Webster?” “My mom used to read us fairy tales when I was little. I looked up the words I didn’t know.”
