Coach Frey’s office had one window, one desk and two hard chairs, and she made us sit in them like children outside a principal’s door. Jarrett lowered himself into his with the stiff precision of a man being fitted for a suit. I flopped into mine, because I had been awake since four, I had been slammed into a wall and I had decided that dignity was a luxury for people who had slept.“Well,” said Coach Frey. She stood behind the desk with her arms folded and looked at us for a very long time. “I have coached this team for eleven years, and I have seen broken legs, brawls and a goalie who proposed to a referee. I have never seen a captain say mine to a new hire on the ice. So one of you will tell me what happened, and you will not lie.”“It was a bond reaction,” Jarrett said evenly.“I am aware it was a bond reaction, Locke, I have eyes.” She did not blink. “I am asking whether it is real.”“It is real,” I said before he could answer. “I am as thrilled as you are.”“I did not say I was
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