Chapter 108 Anger Gets a Chair

I did what I’d have done in a corner: I got the puck out of there.

“Dad!” I yanked my hand into my armpit and stood up so fast my knees cracked. “Service door. Zamboni bay. Back the car around now.”

“Margit,” said Mom, without raising her voice, and across the lot a refrigerated truck coughed to l...

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