“It’ll be fun.” Sighing, I sign my own and hand it back to the girl. She doesn’t even look at me. “Maybe for you, super athlete. I’m going to be terrible at this.” “I’ve never done it before, either. You won’t be any worse than I am.” I wonder if I should point out the presence of all those muscles in his arms, and the absence of them in mine. I feel very strongly that this activity will not be my forte.
