“If you give up, they win,” she said. “That’s right, Bea,” said Iona, clasping her hand. “Remember, that’s what you said to me when I quit my job after coming out of hospital. And we said the same every time we marched, petitioned, and lobbied. They want us to be small, so we have to stand tall.” “They want us to be invisible, so we have to be seen,” said Bea. “They want us to be silent, so we have to be heard,” said Iona. “They want us to surrender, so we have to fight,” they both said together as Bea leaned in toward Iona and rested her head on her shoulder.
