We’ve discovered that the Red Avenger isn’t a superhero, as we previously thought, but a big-time wrestler (“small-time,” says Olof ) .  Whenever I lie down beside her, she is all over me.  Laying the smack down, if you will.  She fights dirty, too, pinching and biting and pulling hair.  I usually last only a couple of minutes before tagging Olof in, but those minutes are long enough for her to leave me plenty of bumps and bruises and scratchmarks.  She’s a rough customer, that one.