Maybe I won’t last a week.”She said it matter-of-factly, as if she’d acclimated to the prospect. That’s how she usually dealt with bad news: c...oldly, clearly. Like when her father died. “They are larger,” I agreed. “But you’ll last a week. Maybe longer.”She grimaced. “Let’s go,” she said. “Let’s go, now.”That day, we went to the natural history museum. We walked among the dinosaurs and mammals and those weird bronze statues of aborigines from tribes all over the world. Nineteenth-century. She fired, reloaded and fired! Shell after shotgun shell was fired into the covered wagon. Shaylee traded fire with the two women.One of them was a fair shot, and managed to graze Shaylee's left arm. In the end, though, Maeve and Shaylee were far better marksmen. Their opponents were soon all dead or dieing.Maeve moved around her wagon to join Shaylee, and the two reloaded."Looks like they're all dead, but let's wait a bit before we go out," said Maeve.Boyd lay in the wagon as his life's blood. “You are a quick learner Tommy. That was much better than yesterday. When you go home tonight, I want you to study how to give a full pedicure. I’ll want you to start practicing tomorrow. I expect you here by 9 am. There will be plenty of chores as well.”Tommy was glad it was Friday night. At least he could put off his school work and focus on what Mrs. Vance wanted him to learn. He arrived 10 minutes early on Saturday morning.“Saturdays are laundry days at our house. I’ll have you start with. Because of my second mark, a dead heat goes to me, but I wasn't getting any dead heats. So, I told Frank, and my Dad, and my agent, and everybody--by the time we got to the Olympics, we were going to have more than that. All or nothing, that's my motto. I didn't come here to win another silver medal." I'm impressed. Balls-to-the-wall aggressive isn't your usual deal, Liz." Didn't used to be, you mean. Look, I love Frank, and Lori my choreographer, and my family, and my agent, and all--but.