"I know it doesn't," she said. "I got drunk and made out with some jerk who spent the next day bragging to all our friends about stuff he didn't get. Just another in a long line of my brilliant moves, right there."

She lifted a shoulder. "It wouldn't change anything. Do you really think it would? I get out a map, I tell you all the bodies, I act weak and cry. And you go, wow, your life sucked. You knew that already. And that I hate the government. You knew that, too. Why would the details matter?"