“Well, she’s here now.” I turned my attention to Val. Now that I’d been told they were sisters, I noticed the similarities. The same warm brown eyes. The same slightly rounded face. Hair the same shade of blonde, though Val wore hers much shorter. “Have you played much? Not that it matters…”
“I’ve played a little,” she said. She raised and lowered her right shoulder. “Might be a bit rusty, though. It’s been a while.”
“Well, welcome aboard. It’ll be good to have an extra set of legs.” 3
As I trotted onto the ice after a stoppage in play in the next game, I shot a glance to my right. I’d put Val on my own line, in Debbie’s spot, so I could assess her play. She’d performed well at practice, but I knew from experience that practice skill didn’t always translate into game-day performance. Fortunately, our opponents, the Baytown Blizzard, weren’t one of the top-flight teams.
“Nervous?” I asked her.