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Hmmm... grown-ups? Maybe?
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Eight more chapters to go!
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Jackson I deliberately took my time packing. Not enough for anyone to notice. Just... A little. Helmet into the bag. Gloves. Tape. Check the edge on one skate. Retie the drawstring. Entirely normal things. Across the dressing room Noah appeared to have discovered an extraordinary number of equally important tasks. He retaped the knob of his stick. Filled his water bottle. Watched one more video clip on his tablet. Walked over to ask Rick something about... something. Rick answered. Noa
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Initiate the concussion protocol stat! I'm not sure we want to use Ben as a yentl though. That seems be be a lot of power to invest in the resident troublemaker.
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That reminds me of an on-line exchange about one of Stephen King's novels. Someone posted a theory, King came back with a rejoinder, the original poster responded, "Have you even read the book, bro?"
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I don't know if it is still true, but at one time, there was more commentary on Shakespeare than on any other author. My professor for a survey course on the tragedies opened the first day of class by telling us we did not need to use any footnotes in our essays since if he couldn't tell what sources we had read he wasn't doing his job very well. That has intimidated me ever since!
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That's me warned, then, LOL.
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Noah The first person I saw when I walked into the dressing room was Ben. He looked up from taping his stick. Smiled at me. Too much. "Morning." "Morning." He kept smiling. "...What?" "Nothing." "You sure?" "Mhm." He nodded once, still wearing the same infuriatingly pleasant expression, then wandered off towards the coffee machine. I watched him go. People had become very strange recently. I wasn't entirely sure why. --- If anything, J
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Nine more chapters, so we're picking up speed as we go downhill.
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Jackson Practice had ended nearly forty minutes ago. Most of the team had vanished before I'd even finished peeling off my shoulder pads. A few guys had headed home. A few had appointments. Ben had invited half the dressing room somewhere for wings before Coach Hayes reminded him we had an early flight the next morning. Now the rink was almost empty. Exactly the way I wanted it. I lined another puck on the hashmarks. Picked my corner. Shot. The puck rang cleanly off the insi
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...seven for a secret....
andy cannon commented on Gary L's story chapter in ...seven for a secret....
A wonderful story, and so well told! How many lives are sadly blighted by secrets and lies. -
Thank you, but have you never been to Philly to visit the famous Tear in the Space-Time Continuum? You really should go sometime. Fun for the whole family! 😁
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No problem. At this point we're all thinking that. Just sayin'.
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Noah We beat Cleveland five-two. It wasn't our prettiest game of the season, but it might have been our most satisfying. They'd spent most of January sitting on top of the division. Now we were two games clear. The dressing room afterwards was loud in the relaxed way that followed a good win. No shouting. No music loud enough to shake the walls. Just easy conversation. The sort that came when everyone knew we'd earned the result. Ben declared this worthy of "civilized bevera
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I just realized that there is a missing chapter from early in the season where Noah talks to Anders on the phone. He mentions that Anders is a deputy sheriff back in Minnesota, and complains to his brother about how annoying Jackson is. Anders then teases Noah that Jackson is exactly the physical type he is attracted to based on all the posters of square-jawed brunette hockey players on the walls of Noah's teenage bedroom, establishing that the family is aware of at least the foundation of the chemistry. Noah, of course denies that and insists that he was just expressing admiration for hockey skills. Anders didn't buy that either. I'm sorry I lost that. It was a pretty good chapter.
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The folks in Minnesota scoff at the idea of a snow delay.
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Along with Jaromir Jagr, one of my fave players!
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Once Jackson is officially part of the family, he'll even out the numbers so that Nils and Anders can't gang up on the 'baby', Noah. No doubt that the battles will be epic after several rounds of Jul Glögg.
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Ingrid sees right through her sons' shenanigans and will only tolerate so much before the necessary lesson is taught!
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Jackson On a free afternoon the day before playing at Minnesota, Noah and I are driving through the prairie on the way to Noah's parents' home. He had invited me along after practice, apparently deciding that there was no reason for me to spend my free afternoon alone in a hotel. Snow began somewhere west of Minneapolis. Not much at first. Just loose white streaks racing across the highway under the headlights. Noah drove with one hand resting lightly on the steerin
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Noah We were down three-nothing midway through the second period. Coach Hayes called the timeout. Nobody said much. Nobody needed to. We all knew we'd been outworked. Hayes looked around the huddle. "They're faster because you're trying to be clever." Silence. "So stop." He jabbed a finger toward the whiteboard. "Simple hockey." One pass. North. Get pucks behind their defense. Shoot everything. Crash the net. He looked at Jackson. "Lemaire." Then at me. "Lindholm. Keep doing
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Both at the team barbecue and the hospital visit, children seem to recognize these guys as kindred spirits
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Jackson The game in Detroit had finished just after nine. By midnight we'd finally reached the airport. By one in the morning we still hadn't left. Something about a mechanical inspection. Coach Hayes had accepted the news with the resignation of a man who'd spent twenty years living at the mercy of airlines. The rest of us scattered across the charter lounge. Ben, Eddie and Aleksander had somehow found a deck of cards. A handful of the younger guys were asleep with their feet propped
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You and me both, brother!
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Yeah, but then the other one would just be focused on retaliation, and the lesson would be wasted on them.
