One Hundred One Shots
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I had always hoped that things would change between myself and Jane, that we wouldn't fight every time they were together, that perhaps we could at least be civil towards each other. There were times when I could notice a change, times when we didn't argue.
There was one time in particular that comes to mind, it was late in the day and the sun was quickly making its way towards the west and Jane and I were sparring as usual… well it wasn't quite usual. We had hardly said an insulting word the entire time that we had been sparring. When she knocked me flat on my back she didn't insult me like she usually would she simply said, "Your footwork has been improving lately, you almost had me there at the end." I was stunned, I'm sure that if I could have seen myself I would have broken out laughing. I could tell my eyes were as big as saucers and my mouth was slightly agape and I could hardly even get out a little, "Thank you, you were quite good yourself." She smiled before saying, "Thanks Gunther! See you tomorrow." With that she headed out of the yard with me still sitting on my butt and staring after her in shock…
Yes I think that maybe someday we just might learn to get along—"Hey maggot brain, stop daydreaming and help me with this cart." "Coming, biscuit weevil!"—Well one can always hope...