26
The Raft
The house phone is ringing. I dive at it, hoping it will be the number I most want to see in the world. It’s not.
Six days later, my fifteen minutes of fame are over, and I’m back to a quiet apartment with wilting flowers and no news on how Ryan is doing other than the occasional online report from the Canucks and Revelation Cove websites that say “he is recovering well in hospital and thanks all the fans and resort guests, past, present, and future, for their outpouring of love and support.”
I’ve Googled Ryan Fielding and learned more about him than maybe he wanted me to know—about his tumultuous hockey career, his very public broken engagement, the two arrests he’s got under his belt for beating the living hell out of a couple guys at different bars when he was young and
