Chapitre 12: 12

Oh, my dear," she says, shaking her head in mock disappointment. Her twinkling smile shows you that she isn't serious. "Have you ever been to England? It's gray and rainy and dreadfully dreary. There's nothing for me there but a life of ease and safety, and that simply isn't me. I feel alive out here, in the desert with the stars and the sand and the discomfort and the danger and the freedom. Do you understand what I mean?"