"What if someone breaks in?" I ask her. It's kind of ludicrous when no one here steals shit from anyone, so it's kind of hard to imagine anyone bothering to rob her, but I don't really care. This whole fucking place is ludicrous anyone. One question isn't going to bring that to a crashing halt. "They get the gun somehow or you get theirs away from them, I don't know. It's —"

I cut myself off, feeling like an idiot. She's not worried. If anything, she's worried about me, and I don't want her to be, and I can't help thinking of home either. It wasn't a burglar that fucked everything up there.

"Just make sure he teaches you soon."