Chapter 102

The first few lessons, his mother paid his skate fee, a mere five dollars back then. He took to the skates like an angel takes to flight—it was an innate ability, something he had done in a previous life and it all came rushing back at him the moment he stood up on those thin blades. He felt the ice beneath his feet as intimately as any lover’s body, the air on his face like the breath of God, the race in his blood. Skating became as essential to him as eating, sleeping, breathing. He took the job at Later Skater when his mother told him she couldn’t afford the skate fee any longer, and some days he ran from sun up to sun down, school then the rink then work, an unending cycle. Any day he didn’t skate was wasted in his mind.