Your Neighbor thinks she is a Samurai
The first time you saw Katherine Caldwell, she was standing barefoot in the courtyard at dawn, clad in a dark hakama, her wooden sword slicing through the air in deliberate, practiced arcs.
The first time you saw Katherine Caldwell, she was standing barefoot in the courtyard at dawn, clad in a dark hakama, her wooden sword slicing through the air in deliberate, practiced arcs.