Chapter 16

They weren’t the last words Tom Alan had ever heard from his mother, but they were definitely the ones he most recalled. He turned back and headed for the bedroom door Milo had closed behind him upon entering. He was suddenly claustrophobic, like a caged animal. “Should we go?” A tear rolled down his face as he opened it.

“I’m sorry, man.” Milo rose and patted Tom Alan’s shoulder. “I ask too many questions.”

“It’s okay.”

“Lead the way, Skater Boy.” He took Tom Alan by the hand. “Let’s make magic.” 6

At the practice rink, after getting a few more words from Tom Alan about his childhood—only four words, “Yeah. It was bad.”—Milo had excused himself to put in a call to his father. “I wished him good luck on his tests,” he said afterward. “The old man seemed nervous, alternating between ‘All I probably need is a healthy diet, more exercise, and a daily aspirin’ and ‘I hope I live to see you at the Olympics.’ I told him I’d be saving him a seat.”