"Yes," Marcus laughed. "As long as you're breathing, you should be learning. Or at least that's what he tells us."
They enjoyed the salad and the tea and the fresh bread, and they talked about the last week of training that Evan and the kids had to do. Evan was looking forward to it. He wanted to be a fighter so badly he could taste it, and this last week was the key to him getting started.
"I do have to tell you," Evan told Tara, "the girls asked me if they could take the training."
"What?" She looked at Evan hesitantly.
"I don't know if they really want to be fighters or if they just want to be able to defend themselves if trouble comes. They obviously remember the killings we had not so long ago back home in Tuscany, and they're afraid if it comes around again, they wouldn't be able to defend themselves. I don't think they knmow what they want to do for a living, but they just see it as a practical thing."
"What do you think?"
"I can see their point," Evan said, "but I told them they really aren't old enough yet. The boys had to wait til they graduated, and the only reason the girls are doing it now is because they already have some training through their pack. They need to have graduated, I think, before they take it on."
"Angus?" Tara asked. "You've been doing this a long time. What do you think?"
"I agree with Evan. They need to finish school first," Angus said. "I've always said that I want my kids to know how to defend themselves, but I dont' want them to be fighters unless they're realistic about what fighting is and isn't."
"That makes sense. I guess I'm just not ready to see my girls fighting quite yet," Tara said.
"Well, I'm not quite ready either," Evan laughed. "They need to wait a little, I think."