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Benedict advanced immediately, lunging and attacking, but Colin had always been particularly fleet of foot, and he retreated carefully, meeting Benedict's attack with an expert parry. "You're in a bloody bad mood today," Colin said, lunging forward and just nearly catching Benedict on the shoulder. Benedict stepped out of his way, lifting his blade to block the attack. "Yes, well, I had a bad"- he advanced again, his foil stretched straight forward-" ." Colin sidestepped his attack neatly. "Nice riposte," he said, touching his forehead with the handle of his foil in a mock salute. "Shut up and fence," Benedict snapped. Colin chuckled and advanced, swishing his blade this way and that, keeping Benedict on the retreat. "It must be a woman," he said. Benedict blocked Colin's attack and quickly began his own advance. "None of your damned business." "It's a woman," Colin said, smirking.Benedict lunged forward, the tip of his foil catching Colin on the collarbone. "Point," he grunted. Colin gave a curt nod. "Touch for you." They walked back to the center of the room. "Are you ready?" he asked. Benedict nodded. ". Fence!" This time Colin was the first to take the attack. "If you need some advice about women . . ." he said, driving Benedict back to the corner. Benedict raised his foil, blocking Colin's attack with enough force to send his younger brother stumbling backward. "If I need advice about women," he returned, "the last person I'd go to would be ." "You wound me," Colin said, regaining his balance. "No," Benedict drawled. "That's what the safety tip is for." "I certainly have a better record with women than ." "Oh really?" Benedict said sarcastically. He stuck his nose in the air, and in a fair imitation of Colin said, "' I am certainly going to marry Penelope Featherington!'" Colin winced. "You," Benedict said, "shouldn't be giving advice to anyone." "I didn't know she was there." Benedict lunged forward, just barely missing Colin's shoulder. "That's no excuse. You were in public, in broad daylight. Even if she hadn't been there, someone would have heard and the bloody thing would have ended up in ." Colin met his lunge with a parry, then riposted with blinding speed, catching Benedict neatly in the belly. "My touch," he grunted. Benedict gave him a nod, acknowledging the point. "I was foolish," Colin said as they walked back to the center of the room. "You, on the other hand, are stupid." "What the hell does that mean?" Colin sighed as he pushed up his mask. "Why don't you just do us all a favor and marry the girl?" book-quotesiblingsmarry-sophieI've only an hour," Colin said as he attached the safety tip to his foil. "I have an appointment this afternoon." "No matter," Benedict replied, lunging forward a few times to loosen up the muscles in his leg. He hadn't fenced in some time; the sword felt good in his hand. He drew back and touched the tip to the floor, letting the blade bend slightly. "It won't take more than an hour to best you." Colin rolled his eyes before he drew down his mask. Benedict walked to the center of the room. "Are you ready?" "Not quite," Colin replied, following him. Benedict lunged again. "I said I wasn't ready!" Colin hollered as he jumped out of the way. "You're too slow," Benedict snapped. Colin cursed under his breath, then added a louder, "Bloody hell," for good measure. "What's gotten into you?" "Nothing," Benedict nearly snarled. "Why would you say so?" Colin took a step backward until they were a suitable distance apart to start the match. "Oh, I don't know," he intoned, sarcasm evident. "I suppose it could be because you nearly took my head off." "I've a tip on my blade." "And you were slashing like you were using a sabre," Colin shot back. Benedict gave a hard smile. "It's more fun that way." "Not for my neck." Colin passed his sword from hand to hand as he flexed and stretched his fingers. He paused and frowned. "You sure you have a foil there?" Benedict scowled. "For the love of God, Colin, I would never use a real weapon." "Just making sure," Colin muttered, touching his neck lightly. "Are you ready?" Benedict nodded and bent his knees. "Regular rules," Colin said, assuming a fencer's crouch. " slashing." Benedict gave him a curt nod. "!" Both men raised their right arms, twisting their wrists until their palms were up, foils gripped in their fingers. "Is that new?" Colin suddenly asked, eyeing the handle of Benedict's foil with interest. Benedict cursed at the loss of his concentration. "Yes, it's new," he bit off. "I prefer an Italian grip." Colin stepped back, completely losing his fencing posture as he looked at his own foil, with a less elaborate French grip. "Might I borrow it some time? I wouldn't mind seeing if-" "Yes!" Benedict snapped, barely resisting the urge to advance and lunge that very second. "Will you get back ?" Colin gave him a lopsided smile, and Benedict just that he had asked about his grip simply to annoy him. "As you wish," Colin murmured, assuming position again." book-quotesiblingsfencingRose leaned against the bathroom door. Here it was - her real life, the truth of who she was, barreling down on her like a bus with bad brakes. Here was the truth - she wasn't the kind of person Jim could fall in love with. She wasn't what she'd made herself out to be - a cheerful, uncomplicated girl, a normal girl with a happy, orderly life, a girl who wore pretty shoes and had nothing more pressing on her mind that whether ER was a rerun this week. The truth was in the exercise tape she didn't have time to unwrap, let alone exercise to; the truth was her hairy legs and ugly underwear. Most of all, the truth was her sister, her gorgeous, messed-up, fantastically unhappy and astoundingly irresponsible sister. book-quotefamily-relationshipssiblingssibling-relationshipsPeople talk about the happy quiet that can exist between two loves, but this, too, was great; sitting between his sister and his brother, saying nothing, eating. Before the world existed, before it was populated, and before there were wars and jobs and colleges and movies and clothes and opinions and foreign travel -- before all of these things there had been only one person, Zora, and only one place: a tent in the living room made from chairs and bed-sheets. After a few years, Levi arrived; space was made for him; it was as if he had always been. Looking at them both now, Jerome found himself in their finger joints and neat conch ears, in their long legs and wild curls. He heard himself in their partial lisps caused by puffy tongues vibrating against slightly noticeable buckteeth. He did not consider if or how or why he loved them. They were just love: they were the first evidence he ever had of love, and they would be the last confirmation of love when everything else fell away. book-quotelovesiblings
