After such a harrowing day, I was glad to see Dwight
get caught up in the hockey game. We ordered ham-
burgers and beers that were delivered to our seats and
found we had only missed the first few scoreless min-
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utes. Soon we were roaring and shouting with the rest
of the fans as the lead seesawed back and forth. Each
time one of our players was sent to the penalty box, the
clock ticked off the seconds with a maddening slowness
that was just the opposite of the way time whizzed by
if it was our chance for a power play. Near the end, the
Canes pulled ahead 3 to 2 and when Brind’Amour iced
the cake with a slap shot that zoomed past their goalie,
Dwight swept me up and spun me around in an exuber-
ant bear hug.
Canes 4 to 2.
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Dwight Bryant
Tuesday Morning, March 7
% The clouds that had intermittently obscured the
moon on the drive home last night had thickened
in the early morning hours and now a heavy rain beat
against the cab of the truck as Dwight and Deborah
waited with Cal at the end of their long driveway for his
schoolbus to arrive.
Normally, thought Dwight, the three of them would
be laughing and chattering about last night’s game, but
his attempt to get Cal to speak of it earlier went no-
where. “The Canes won, you know.”
“I didn’t watch it,” Cal had said, concentrating on
his cereal.
Yes, they had watched the beginning of the game, he
said, but then it was his bedtime. Yes, it was good the
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Canes had won. Yes, he’d had a good time with Jessie
and Emma. When pushed for details, he allowed as how
they had taken him over to Jessie’s house for a couple
of hours to ride horses across the farm. These boots
that he was wearing today? “Jess said I could have them