Chapter Thirty-One
“This is a hockey stick. That’s a puck. The net’s thataway. You hit the puck with the stick into the net, no matter who tries to stop you, and that’s all you need to know about hockey.” Darius handed the stick to Dylan. The boy was gingerly testing the ice with the new hockey skates Darius had bought for him.
They’d finally made it to the Lost Harbor ice rink for Dylan’s first hockey lesson. Darius had started to suspect that his son was avoiding the rink, but how could that be possible? What could be more fun than hockey?
“You skipped the part where I get good at skating,” Dylan grumbled.
“I’m surprised your mom didn’t teach you. She and I used to skate at a rink in El Paso. She was great on skates. She used to dream about being a figure skater.”
“I didn’t know tha
