Chapter 17

“I just put my arm around her—his—waist, and, um, she—he—turns on his foot and picks the other toe into the ice facing me. I toss her—him—more like a discus than a Frisbee. But she does all the work. He will. Most of it. Propelling helps, but…”

“Take a few warm-up laps,” Mrs. Mischen told Tom Alan. “Then we’ll try it.”

To Milo, she said, “He is anxious.” Tom Alan heard her and agreed.

“I think he’s always like that.” He heard Milo say that, too.

“About jump, though, Milo. More nervous. His coach is worried he will be apprehensive after Erika’s fall. He needs some calm and reassurance—routine. Get back on bike before he becomes unable to,” she said. “Can we give that to him?”