I recognize the military lingo, but not all my brothers do. They send each other wary looks, and it creates a new tension. A new divide between them and Thatcher. As though we belong to two vastly different worlds, and it’ll take blood and sweat to pull him into ours. We can do this. I try to bolster courage as I come up beside my boyfriend. Thatcher clasps my hand and threads our fingers. We can jump over fences naked together. Don’t be afraid, Jane.