they shared a core of deep-seated animosity, but they both seemed determined to fight at my side this summer. Deep down, I understood I could only have one partner. Part of me didn’t wholly understand that. Why couldn’t I be friends with both? They each brought something different to the table, and their combat styles weren’t the same. This isn’t about fighting, a little voice said. But, unfortunately, it went away as fast as it came, and left me feeling foolish.
