[ It's partly because she's fixated on tasks at hand--preparing for what could be a rather long stay in the shelter--but also because she's compartmentalized that whole chapter of her life in its own little box in the attic of her memory. All those memories of Steve and his friend were boxed up next to the memories of her brother. One had to do these things to get on, sometimes.
And right now, getting on was what needed doing.
Perhaps not quite that fast, though. ]
Do you have a way to keep yourself safe? [Who knew what was out there? She couldn't send anyone back out into that unarmed. ] I have a pistol, if you need one. [A small one, the kind a lady could easily hide, but it was lethal enough when one needed it.]
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And right now, getting on was what needed doing.
Perhaps not quite that fast, though. ]
Do you have a way to keep yourself safe? [Who knew what was out there? She couldn't send anyone back out into that unarmed. ] I have a pistol, if you need one. [A small one, the kind a lady could easily hide, but it was lethal enough when one needed it.]