“Forget it? He could have gotten us killed.” “And right now we have work to do.” I looked at her calm face, her steady expression. I thought of the swift way she had eviscerated the rabbit. “You’re right,” I said. “Good,” she said, turning away. “Now I think as soon as we get some backpacks, we’ll be ready to go.” There was a reason, I thought, why Mae never lost an argument.
