“Some of the guys in the league will be playing for their countries in a tournament.”
“Like the Olympics?”
We’ve been watching them; she loves figure skating.
“Something like that.” He chuckles.
“Then we could watch a game together.”
“We could, the closest one is in Boston.”
“We can go there and watch a whole one?”
“A whole one.”
There’s a small pause followed by, “Why aren’t you playing for your country?”
“Germany doesn’t have a team in this tournament.”
Her voice rises in surprise. “No Germany?”
“No Germany. No Russia. No one except Canada, the U.S., Finland, and Sweden.”
“That’s rude,” Lucy declares.
He laughs quietly. “I’ll write them a letter.”
The book resumes.
A few minutes later, the hallway quiets, and I hear footsteps approach.
The door opens slowly, and Lenzin pauses when he sees me sitting up. “You’re awake.”
“I was eavesdropping.”
“That’s not surprising.”
He steps inside and closes the door quietly behind him.
“How long?”
“Long enough to hear you promise to write international hockey a strongly worded letter.”
A small smile pulls at his mouth. “My threats usually work, but in this case they will not.”
I study him for a moment. “You’re worried.”
“About Lucy.”
“And Anna,” I state.
“Yes.”
I nod. “She’s doing well. We text every day.”
He leans against the doorframe.
“How is she?”
