Lenny and Ike Skated Off the Ice in the Snow

Ike cut himself pretty badly in that last fall but it could have been worse. I heard Lenny call out something across the pond to those three scumbags. Brett, he of the yellow scarf who was lagging well behind them, threw his stick as hard as he could end over end onto the ice in our direction. We stood for a second stunned by how futile but how hostile a gesture that was. Finally Brett turned and skated off grinning his middle finger in the air. Far away Cullen laughed. Ike hauled the net away by himself. Without a word we got our boots back on intentionally not looking across the pond.