Fury and yet neither of them do . Not in the face . Wrists snap and he shoves all of his weight forward with enough force to arch off the mattress . What he wants , is to grab their scrawny necks and fist their hair and make them look , make them see him just to make sure he 's real , heard , human . The door slams shut a fraction of a second later and the sound echoes off of stone walls .

A: What type of event is the narrator describing ?

In a fair fight with a fifty year old overweight and sedentary pervert , I probably could look after myself . The point , though , is that I do n't want to have to . I do n't imagine that fighting for your life is any fun . And I certainly do n't ever want to have to call my sensei and tell him that I ' ve been in a fight .

A: What may be the reason for them not wanting to call their sensei about a fight ?

Frankly , I do n't know what it 'd mean to either of us . I am attracted to her physically , but I do n't know how much of an emotional connection I really feel with her .

A: What must I value in a romantic relationship ?

The actual day was rainy and glum and fell on a Wednesday , when I have class from 3:00 - 10:00 - yuck . But my older sister , Paige , flew out for what turned out to be quite the weekend . As it just so happened , our roommates Jess and Evan moved out on the Saturday after her arrival on Friday night . The Saturday that they moved , I had a really fun birthday dinner with a bunch of the usual suspects at a restaurant in my new neighborhood , Williamsburg , Brooklyn .

A:
Why did the narrator 's sister come to visit ?