Zach here. I reason I avoided Sophie that weekend is because I knew I’d been set up. I know a sucker punch when I see one, and boy did I get it. Those were new boots and it didn’t rain anywhere else on the range. That thundercloud was for me.
I guess I can laugh about it now. I felt that connection with Sophie, but I wasn’t going to admit it. To be bested by your little sister, how humiliating is that?
I often went to see my sister in college, hoping to see Sophie, but I think she was as gun-shy as I was. She always managed to be unavailable when I was there.
Can you deny it, wife of mine?
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