“Chi non beve in compagnia o è un ladro è una spia.” “Is that . . . Spanish?” “Italian.” “What does it mean?” “He who won’t drink in company is either a thief or a spy.”
She’d been Tanner’s punching bag for months—well, years, really, if you counted back to high school. She knew kids, daughters especially, took all the anger, frustration, world-weariness out on their mothers because they could.
Sybil Ludington, the daughter of Colonel Henry Ludington, who got on her horse to warn colonial forces of British advancement—riding twice the distance of her male counterpart Paul Revere, and getting none of the renown.