By mid-afternoon, Erika was ready for a break.
“Once more,” Kyoko snapped. “Hands on hips! No crash!”
Tom Alan placed one hand on each side of Erika’s waist for the split triple twist. She tapped into the ice and went up, almost parallel to it, as the harmonies of Simon and Garfunkel blared. Kyoko worked them even harder than usual, as if she wanted to be sure to leave her mark. Erika spun around three times, came down into Tom Alan’s arms. Then he tripped, and then she did, and they both fell down, Erika flat on her back.
“Kiki!” Tom Alan rolled to the side. “Are you okay?”
“Ow.”
“Where?”
“Everything.”
“Your head?”
“No.”
“Erika?” Kyoko leaned over the boards.
“I’m okay, Mother.”
“You’re not. Neither of you. What is going on?” Kyoko asked.
“We’ll get there.” Tom Alan helped Eri
