The Log 8

That smile had vanished by the time Jimmy returned to the van. “Dumb ass kids.” Rex noticed that Jimmy’s accent was more pronounced, an extra y sound added to the last word but still distinctly one syllable, keyids. “Daniel don’t wind up strangling you, might just as well be me.”

In his three years on the Bark Bay High School fencing team, the closest Rex could remember Coach Dan threatening physical violence were the occasional outbursts of I’m gonna toss your ass outta here if you keep that up. Jimmy was new to the team, the first assistant Coach Dan had ever brought in, and Rex had not been the only team member to wonder why, with the number of fencers at its lowest level in years, an assistant was even needed. After seeing how he handled the situation in front of them that evening, Rex sensed he was finally beginning to understand.

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