“I used to skate on this rink with …” Bessie brushes her face with the back of her mitten. The air is still and cold on this February afternoon. The wool feels hard when it touches her skin.
“With Jason and Ashley?” Leif asks her gently. “It is good to talk about them.” He glances up at the icy blue sky scattered with gathering clouds of snow. “And to miss them.” There is a deep sadness in his demeanor. A longing? A regret? A deeply held secret? Reaching up, he pulls off his toque to shake out his fair hair before pulling it snugly over his ears again.
A longing? A regret? A deeply held secret?Bessie looks up at him, observing him with a smile. “Race you to the other end.” Spinning around, she hunches over, bending her knees, flailing her arms wide as she tears off in a flash.
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