Chapter 117

“TATB loves MBFon my foot. Maybe yours. Tattoos. Permanent. We get them during the off season, so it can heal.”

Milo finally pulled free. He turned off the water and walked away. Tom Alan followed. Watching Milo towel off, he was ready to go at him again.

“Jenn and I are retiring,” Milo said. “I’m doing NYU full-time for my degree starting in the fall. That’s my future. Does my future include us?”

“I hope it does, Milo.”

“And skating all over the world?”

Tom Alan grabbed a towel. Instead of drying himself, he went at Milo’s hair. “If I rub it, does it get bigger?”

“Many parts of me work like that.” Milo was cooperative a minute or so, but then asked again. “You and Erika plan on competing another cycle?”

“I guess.”

“You guess.” Milo took Tom Alan’s hand.

“We haven’t said for sure, but I want to.”

“Your thigh is a mess.”