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“What happened to ‘prepared for anything’?”
“I thought you said I wasn’t allowed to develop tactics for your family. ‘It’s not a warzone,’ you said. ‘No strategic ops,’ you said.” Muffled by the hug he’s getting from a sister-in-law he doesn’t know, while Mrs. Williams divests him of hat and scarf, tutting at the coat he’d chosen.
“Why rob you of this experience with a warning? We never got one.”
“You’ll pay for this.”
“Sorry,” Danny calls, unapologetically smug, somewhere out of reach, beyond the crowd. “Can’t hear you. You’re gonna have to speak up while you’re here.”