Of course. It was either love or something bigger picture that kept anyone out of school. He'd seen it many time, such as when the girls in his neighborhood dropped out of high school to go sit at a typewriter for the War. Or when boys younger than him would sign up to go fight for their country. Those were some of the most unstable, scary times he'd witnessed and the taste of the air lately said they were about to hit more.
So, maybe it was a good thing Eva wanted to stay out of a school situation. For now.
"Eva, I think you'd have just as much of a chance as anyone else in the right school," which pained him to say, even if it was the truth. "But if you want to go fight for your rights, school will be there when you come out on the other side." Because she would. The kid had come real far since she'd begun her schooling, and if Eva had to protect herself any time down the road, Alfie had no doubt that she would, and do it with style.
As he submerged one of his hands into the pool, Alfie lifted the other to flip his shades back down onto his nose, then looked to the girl. "I think this is your generation's time to make something happen, and you don't want to miss that opportunity."