“Here it comes,” Ryan mutters as they
pull into the skating rink parking lot. Dante gives him a quizzical
look and his boyfriend explains, “Time to morph into Sports Mom
mode. Just duck down and try not to look too
mortified.”
Dante laughs. “She can’t be that bad,” he
says, squeezing Ryan’s hand for reassurance. He likes being able to
sit here like this, touching his boyfriend, without worrying if
Mrs. Talonovich will see them or say something about it.
But Ryan gives him a look that says yes,
she’s that bad and more, and he tells Dante, “Just wait.”
He doesn’t have long before he gets a
glimpse of Mrs. Talonovich in action. She guides the van through
the parking lot, around groups of skaters gathered together,
parents in line to pay the competition fees at the last minute,
