She had scars all over her legs. She looked about 30 (years old).

These old legs aren't really in tango form.

The huddle looked like the old huddle again.

I didn't know how to box so I would have looked like a complete street fighter actually, but what we did have to do was pick up some sides and then just memorize them within two days and go there and audition.

Dottie perched on the edge of the desk, crossed her legs, and looked at me coyly over her highball. I leaned back . . .

Keeping score of old scores and scars, getting even and one-upping, always makes you less than you are.