“She’d come in during a speech and she didn’t want to distract the audience or the speaker. “I … ah … I heard about this school in New York City using art to teach kids who had … special needs, I guess is what they call it,” the speaker said and her head snapped up at the sound of his voice. Billy? Quickly she crossed the empty space near the door, joining the small crowd around the stage. It was. It was Billy up there. Speaking. In a tux. The first time she saw him skate, she’d been ten or some...thing. She’d gone to the arena after school to meet her father, and Billy had been on the ice, working drills with his team. Skating in and around pucks and then sprinting up and down the length of the ice. She’d sat in the stands, breathless with surprise. Awed by his talent. He was faster than everyone, more clever, quicker. The sound of the puck coming off his stick was like a gunshot. He’d been awesome in her eyes. This moment was not all that different. “And I wondered,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
User Reviews: