18 Female War Lousy Deal Best

“They told me I’d be in HQ,” she laughs, a short, dry sound. “Typing. Making coffee. But the coffee ran out three months ago, and the typists are all driving ambulances now.”

Because that’s the secret they all carry. The deal is never static. The war takes and takes. It took Hanna’s neighbor, a boy she’d known since kindergarten. It took her best friend’s leg. It will take more. 18 female war lousy deal best