Katie took aim and tossed the last ring toward the metal pin, which Durante casually pushed with his foot until it was in the right position to catch her throw. The man running the booth stared at the ten rings, all circling their respective targets and shook his head in disbelief. He knew Katie, she’d been playing his game, badly, for years. The most rings she’d ever managed before was one, and that was only because it accidentally rebounded off another spike. Collecting up the rings for the next customer, he handed Katie the big prize, a giant stuffed orangutan, and thanked her for playing. Katie linked the arms of her prize around the straps of her backpack, so she could carry it while using her crutches. The pack was full of small square glass pictures of unicorns and cats, costume jew
