If it were any other day, she would laugh and make a joke, play it off as the spicy food. But he asked, and there's something in his voice that makes her answer.

"My sister Claire was coming home from the store. There was -- some kind of disturbance. A march or something, there always was something going on. You learned to ignore it. But the British soldiers..."

She takes a deep breath. She hasn't said this out loud in years.

"Fired into the crowd. She was fifteen."

To this day, it still makes her shake with anger.