Go Cups, and a long-sleeved red T-shirt with a number
6 on it onto the coffee table.
“Who’s number six?” Dwight asked.
“Bret Hedican. He signed it for me. Well, not for me.
It’s Deborah’s. And I got Rod Brind’Amour to sign my
stick, too. Look!”
“New cap?”
“Yeah, and she got you one, too.”
He laughed. “So I see.”
Deborah’s face was flushed and her blue eyes sparkled
with an excitement that matched Cal’s.
“That was absolutely amazing, Dwight! It’s so dif-
ferent seeing a live game. Did you know that Hedican’s
married to Kristi Yamaguchi?”
“I knew it. I’m surprised that you do.”
“He scored the tying goal at the beginning of the
third period,” she told him.
“Yeah, Dad,” Cal chimed in. “He was awesome. Just
drove down the ice and slapped it in.”
“So we had a tie game—”
“—then the tie-breaker—”
“—but no one scored so we had to have a shoot-
out.”
“Ward blocked their shot, then Williams put it in!”
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“Yes!” Deborah exclaimed and they high-fived.
Dwight shook his head at the pair of them. “Did I
just lose my seat here?”
“Deborah says that next year we’re getting three
seats,” Cal told him. “For the whole season.”
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Deborah Knott
Friday Night, February 24
% Cal called to Bandit and went to bed soon after
we got home, totally worn out and nearly hoarse
from cheering the Canes to victory, but it took me till
almost midnight to come back down from the high of
my first live hockey game, and it wasn’t till Dwight and
I were in bed ourselves that I remembered the reason I
had gone instead of him.
Lying beside him with my head on his chest in the
soft darkness of our bedroom, I asked about the legs
that had been found in front of Bethel Baptist and he
