"You managed to grow up without a war," Thea observed. "I keep forgetting."
Veronica stubbed out her cigarette. "Almost."
"Shit." She went over to the television, turned it a few degrees experimentally, saw still more of the same, turned it back.
"Does anything ever change?" Veronica wanted to know.
"Not if they can help it."
"That's what I thought you'd say."