Chapter 78

Cody

There are a few cars mostly beaten-up ones parked outside the rink, Man I haven’t been here for years. The old place looks a bit run down and could do with a facelift.

I step out of my vehicle and go through the glass doors encased in a timber frame. It even smells the same, like lemons and cleaning products. “Well look here, will you?” It’s Mr Stretson the old janitor, shit he must be knocking on eight or something, how can he still possibly be working. “Mr Cody Brannigan. Boy, you did good bringing us that Cup home. ‘Bout time Minnesota got their shit together.”

I chuckle and shake his outstretched hand. “Hey, Mr Stretson it sure is good to see you. Thought you’d be retired by now.”

“Not me, Boy. Gotta keep on working keep everything going and up here.” He taps a couple of fingers to his head. “Besides the good wife and I would drive each other insane if I was at home all day ever day. There’s only so much of me she can cope with. I only come in on the weekend for a couple o