Portia
“Nathan will work for me," Callahan says, interrupting that train of thought.
"What?"
"Nathan. He'll train to become a soldier." He looks back at me.
"He's fifteen. He hasn't even finished high school."
"He'll live in my house. Be educated. Have time to prove himself trustworthy. I won't kill a kid, Portia. And from what I can tell of the boy, he could use a father figure.”
I snort. "Like you're a good influence?"
"Better than your brothers or uncle."
"That's not a very high bar. He's too young, I don't want that."
"I'm not asking your permission. I've already spoken with him and he's very enthusiastic."
“What? When?”
"Early this morning."
“You mean he knew when I came to visit him?" He didn't say a word.
“I made him swear not to say anything."
"Let me guess, a test of
