I remembered what Henry Ashbury had said about being myself, and not trying to force things. “Well, what?”
She laughed. “You’re the new physical instructor?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t look as though you were much of a boxer.”
I didn’t say anything.
“My stepmother tells me it’s not weight but speed. She says you’re so fast that you’re like a streak of lightning. I must see you work out some day.”
“I’m training your father. He isn’t doing any boxing.”
She eyed me critically and said, “I can see why you go in for jujitsu. That must be interesting.”
“It is.”
“They say you’re so good that it takes the best of the Japanese to give you any sort of a match.”