I was about fifty moments into my nightly sword sharpening when
Hayer had one of her usual bouts of unreasonableness.
“Every night. Every FUCKING night.”
“Consistency provides assurance.” I told her, as I did every
time she began her bout.
“How come the damn thing isn’t gone by now? You sharpen it
so damn much it’s a miracle there’s any sword left!”
This was a new take, and I needed a moment to think up a
statement she would accept.
“Consistent sharpening techniques allow-“
She suddenly lunged towards me, and I reacted.
I reset my count and started sharpening afresh.
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