"But Father," Liza said. (Ezra knew he was in trouble when Liza called him 'Father'.) "I'll be eighteen when I graduate. I'm old enough, I promise. I know I can do it."
Ezra was stumped. He thought he knew his daughter very well, but he never could have forseen this. And what was this she was on about anyway? Tibet? TIBET? But he knew he couldn't stop her. She was a child with a mind of her own. A wild thing who could not be contained. Not by the water surrounding the island, and not by family ties, either. She would go. He knew that. He needed to think.