That was our first real fight, and even now we both agree it was our biggest. Chip had smarted off about something, so my blood was already boiling, but when I slammed that bucket down, Chip says I became a ninja--the kind you don’t want to mess with. Yet he laughed, against his better judgment. We joke about it now, like, Well, I’m mad, but I’m not primer-in-the-face mad.