Snippet #1120417

Amunet was honestly surprised by the girl's admission. Seventeen? She had expected the girl to be much younger, but she was almost an adult. Still, she supposed it made sense. The girl was very intelligent and wise. Even after all she had gone through because of that wretched disease, she still wouldn't seem as mature had she been younger. Amunet mused over this. It wasn't until they were seated on the sofa before Amunet answered Kit's question.

"I'm twenty-one," Amunet said after a slight pause. She hadn't realized it, but her and Isis' birthday had passed when they were sick. Isis had been twenty-one before she died. "I'm the opposite, though. Isis and I grew tall and...developed by the time we were 14. Plus, the streets tend to harden people. It was good, though, for us to look older. More people would have taken advantage of us if we hadn't." Amunet shook her head, musing over all the scrapes they'd been in. True. Looking older helped fend off some criminals, but it also did a lot to draw the attentions of others. If they hadn't learned to fight at a young age, they definitely would have been raped.

"So," Amunet said brightly, drawing herself out of her thoughts, "I'm only four years older than you. That's not too bad. I was starting to feel old...How old is Norman, by the way. Do you know?" Amunet tried to calculate in her head, but his strength caught her off guard. He seemed old, but...she honestly just couldn't guess.