“You're in a good mood," Donna says when she gets to the office on Monday. I'm not sure how she can tell from across the room until she tells me she heard me whistling from the hallway.
She's not wrong. I feel fantastic. After the game, I asked Joe to drive Alice home since I was meeting my family for the after-party. She, of course, refused the offer and said she was going out with Juniper to celebrate a Fury win. I felt so relaxed after the game that I even agreed to do a shot with my brothers--I rarely drink liquor. I spent too many nights in high school mopping up bourbon-scented vomit when my father stumbled in the door wasted. The smell of it turns my stomach.
But my little brother scored two goals in a Stanley Cup final and I screwed the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my
