““Shortly thereafter, the wrestling commenced. And very shortly after that, Kassandra began looking away only to be drawn back again and again to the painful spectacle. Royce did well, all things considered, but he was thrown into the ground again and again. He managed a few very good throws of his own, but wrestling was an art learned almost from infancy. He took his defeat in good humor, which Kassandra could not share, as she was too busy wincing with every fall he took. “It’s over,” Joanna said finally. “He’s fine, really. A little bruised but otherwise all right.” “He should have had more sense.” “They should all have more sense but they don’t. They’re men and we love them for it.” Amelia chortled just then, drawing the startled gazes of her mother and aunt. She laughed just exactly as though she had understood them and agreed entirely.””
