CHAPTER TWELVE Jordan
Jordan hurried down the steps of the arena to where Talia and some of the other wives were sitting. “Sorry I’m late,” she apologized, as she juggled a mega-sized cup of pop and a bucket of popcorn. “I got hung up trying to make next week’s schedule. I didn’t miss anything, did I?”
“I’m so glad you made it!” Talia cheered, as Jordan sat down next to her. Looking at her strangely, she questioned, “Popcorn?”
“Yeah.” Jordan tossed a handful into her mouth. “Don’t you like popcorn?”
“I do—at the movies.”
“Obviously I’m snacking incorrectly at a hockey game,” she said sarcastically to her friend. “Please teach me the correct ways of hockey game snacking, oh wise Talia.”
“Well, since you asked…” Talia laughed. “My favorite go to game-time foods are the sandwiches with
