Skating to New York Page #4

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thousand islands crossing to come get us.

No one would have to come get us. I mean,

we could just go there and back, round-trip.

80 clicks?

Yeah. Let's just do it!

You know? Meet here tomorrow morning

at 6:
30. Just go.

Hell, we'll pack our bag with extra layers,

and don't forget carbs and hydration.

- We're going to need the energy.

- Wait, so we're actually doing this?

- Yeah!

- Hell yeah, we are!

Why not? What are you guys

going to tell your parents though?

- Rudy, Dad will kill us.

- You've got to lie to them.

You can't tell them what we're going to do.

You know what they're going to say.

Nobody in my house

is going to care anyway. So...

You know what?

Why don't you just sit this one out?

- What do you mean, sit this one out?

- Yeah, Rudy, what's that all about?

All I'm saying is, if you want

to be part of this group,

then maybe you should've played

a little tougher in the net.

Come on, that's bullshit, man.

Get off his back, you monkey.

I'm just messing with him.

I'm messing with you, all right?

Just... maybe you should have

stopped that puck.

Go blow yourself, Bouchard.

Oh, come on. Come on.

It was just a joke. I was kidding!

I'm going to the ice dogs game

with my dad tomorrow anyway.

- Casey, he's just...

- Let him go. Let him go.

- Hey, he's just being Rudy.

- Art, get over here, come on. Let him go.

Hello?

- Hey, Aunt Nita, it's Casey.

- Hi. It's nice to hear your voice.

- Sorry for calling so late.

- Oh, it's okay. Hey, how'd the game go?

We lost, but it was close.

Can I talk to my mom?

She's not here yet.

She's not? Is...

Did she say when she was going

to get there?

No, she didn't say.

Do you have a message for her?

No, no messages.

You okay, Casey?

You sound a little distant.

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm good.

Are you sure you don't want

to leave a message?

No, I just...

I just wanted to make sure

she got there okay.

Okay. Good night.

Love you.

Dad?

Whose brilliant idea was this again?

Lace up so we can get moving.

We had to pick the coldest day

of my entire life to do this?

So go back to Timmies

and get a hot chocolate,

'cause I'm going, and you can read

all about me in tomorrow's papers.

Yeah, in the obituaries... maybe.

I was watching T.V. last night,

and they said that the lake shipping

is still bottled up in the seaway.

So we're not going to get hit

by some speeding, raging ore boat?

- Casey! Hey, man.

- Hey, what's up?

I see you showed up.

What are you doing here?

What do you think? I'm going.

Did I stutter last night?

I said you're not going.

- Come on, Rudy. Don't be such a dick.

- Yeah. Who died and made you king sh*t?

The last king sh*t.

Rudy, think about it this way. You know,

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