I must have imagined it. Sherry didn't glow again though we worked on the meditation and sword for the next month. Bubba had to make her a way to hold her wooden sword so she could wear it like a warrior.
"OK," I said holding my own wooden sword, "let's try again. It's alright to get angry but don't let your anger control you. Focus it and use it." Sherry was breathing hard and glaring at me. She'd been trying to get a touch on me all morning. We'd been practicing every day and she'd decided that it was time she was as good as me. I refused to let her get an easy touch though I slowed myself to my old speed.