What Should I Do?

"If there really is a war," Leroy proposed, "what should I do?"

Thea gave him an odd look. What kind of question was that? "Well, you can't vote for another twenty-eight months. Also there's no draft. Doesn't that pretty much limit your direct involvement? Count yourself lucky, is what you can do."

Leroy stared at her. "Is that what you would have done when you were my age?"

She thought about it. "Touché."

Child of surprises, and they just kept coming. Fifteen-and-a-half, pushing twenty-one. She reconsidered, swapped scripts. "Okay, what can you do, Mister Activist. You can start by acting your conscience and speaking your mind."

Leroy scowled. "Yeah."