"Target practice and shooting?" April asked, looking slightly alarmed. After the shooting, guns were associated only with death. She could still see the barrel of the gun in front of her when she closed her eyes. She could slaughter a pig, but guns she was not comfortable with.
She smiled when the topic turned back to presents, and nodded. "All right, I won't tell him," she said. "He does sound a lot like my aunt. I never did get the connections between the children in Africa and my gifts, or finishing my food for that matter. It seems sending money their way would be a more efficient way to make them happy."
April found she quite liked Savannah. She was easy to talk to and with her descriptions she felt she knew more about who people were already. She already felt less excluded and more a part of things and maybe she could get friends here too. She just wished there could have been someone to work with, someone who loved medicine as much as she did but she couldn't have everything.
"Thanks," she said with a bright smile. "That will make life a lot easier. I've already done this part once, relocating and getting to know all new people, and I had hoped that I wouldn't need to do it again. Not that any of us got a say this time but at least we can make the best of it."