She makes plans and acts on them.

Brenda showered and dressed and ate breakfast, replying with teenage grunts and nods to her mother's chatter, her mind distant as she ruminated over the ideas that had been developing since the night before. It was Saturday and she had time to think and plan. She wanted to get this right the first time, and not screw it up by being too hasty. Finished breakfast she told he mother she was going to the mall and shoved a few things in her backpack before heading out the door.

She took a bus to the mall, and window shopped for a while as she thought more, making sure that she had thought of everything, and rehearsing what she wanted to say. Finally satisfied, she found a table in an unoccupied corner of the food court and pulled out her cell phone.

Taking a deep breath, she called the Fraser home.