Chapter 107

“Now taking the ice, representing the United States of America, Erika Tsuchino and Tom Alan Baranowski.”

Tom Alan and Erika glided to the center of the ice to begin their program. She bent forward. He reached under her, clasping his hands. Bells pealed, beginning the musical arrangement.

Irina Mischen had once asked Tom Alan to think about what the song meant. Without lyrics to go by, he was stumped for quite a while. Finally, what he’d come up with—because of the way the music started so softly and slowly, then got fast and out of control, then settled down—was that Rachmaninoff, or whoever it was about, was sad but then he got mad, then maybe got over it.

Ku areba raku ari

Like the stages of grief the team psychologist had mentioned to him. He thought of that now all in an instant, all the stages: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance, all in one song. Tom Alan had no idea if his answer was right, but that’s how he would always think of Bells of Moscow from then on.