Chapter 39

Still, he’d like to talk to him again. A few minutes on the phone, what would it hurt? The ice isn’t completely free yet, he can take a quick break, run out to the phones in the lobby, call and by the time he comes back, maybe everyone will be gone. As he stands he sees Josey in a scrimmage with a couple of boys from Group A, laughing as she whizzes by the player box, and on the far side of the rink, Dietrich leans against the boards, talking with Pennock but looking his way. Dante ignores the hot stare, the half-heard whispers he swears reach out for him across the ice. Faggot,he still hears the word. He hears Dietrich’s mean laughter—from the corner of his eye, he sees him nudge Pennock, nod his way, and as the racers complete another lap, the two skaters start circling the rink. Watching him. Coming over here.

Dante doesn’t want to know why.