QUOTE : What’s the matter?” “They’re fighting again.” Sophie cocked her head a bit to listen to the squabbling that distance had nearly erased. “You call that little spat fighting?” “What do you call it?” he asked impatiently. Sophie shrugged. “There isn’t room for any of the girls on that seat, and they all know it, so they’re just making noise. I didn’t pay it any mind.” She walked up to him and patted him on the arm. “That’s just how little girls are. You’ll get used to it soon enough.” Clay nodded silently for a while, then turned to go to the wagon. As he walked out Sophie heard him mutter, “I’ll get used to it or go deaf. In the end, I reckon that’s the same thing.