Isaac and the three skiers he had behind them all file out from the kitchen. He stops under the archway. “You’re going to get yours.”
No one comments for half a minute as we watch the skiers exitthe room. Finally, McKenna laughs, but it’s forced. “I don’t know who the fuck those skiers think they are. But they have serious ego problems. And my boss told me it was snowboarders I had to look out for.”
I laugh even if it is highly inappropriate timing. “You do have to watch snowboarders. They’re horrible.”
“What the hell is that even about?” Cyrus asks.
McKenna sighs. “Last night someonebroke into the ski team’s locker room. As far as we can tell no serious damage was done but they spray-painted the lockers and moved equipment around. We have security reviewing the tapes now. But it could take a few days. We’re not looking at the most advanced technology. They save the high priced cameras for areas with spectators, not locker rooms only teammates can get into.”
“Well I hopeyou know no one on the snowboarding team would do that. We all want to see America go home with the most medals.”
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll figure it out. You focus on winning a race today.” She pats Cyrus on the arm. “I’ll see you down at the meeting point in about an hour.”
“We’ll be there,” I answer for Cyrus. “Getting his energy drink now.”
McKenna shakes her head and I swear she mutterssomething about snowboarders as she walks out of the room.
“What do you think his problem is?” Cyrus asks, his attention out in the hallway as I rummage around the refrigerator looking for his stack of energy drinks. He requires a certain brand and flavor so he has to fly or ship them over himself. They’re tightly locked away in his room until the night before when I put four of them in the refrigeratorto chill overnight to be nice and cold by morning. He won’t drink all four, but he likes to have his options open.
“One day Isaac will be a prime example of why you don’t take steroids.”
My joke works and Cyrus is laughing when I hand him the tall green can.
