He was very glad she did not have a machine gun in her hands.
She put her hands on her hips and demanded in the tone he generally associated with generals, “What do you think you’re doing?”
Lieutenant Goncharov gaped at her for a moment before counterattacking. “What do you think you are doing? All these children! Don’t you know this is a war zone?”
The woman dismissed that with a flick of her hand. “Merrilee and I are teaching a class. What does it look like?”
The lieutenant looked around the room. Most of the older children were standing next to younger children seated before computer screens, clearly tutoring them. “How could you possibly think teaching a class at a time like this was a good idea?”
The woman seemed to grow taller and more commanding. He found himself wondering if s
