“As I thought,” she said. “I hadn’t noticed before. I never stood close enough.” “Close enough for what?” I took another arrow. “Your right hand,” she said. “You hold the arrow too far up your fingers.” “I beg to differ.” I raised my bow and drew back the arrow. “I’ve shot this way for years and seem to do perfectly well.” “You could do better.” She stepped forward. “Here, let me show you.”
