Chapter 10
Jamie
Twenty-two seems too old to be giving someone the silent treatment. Not that I played those sorts of games when I was younger. I’ve always been a talk-it-out guy. Face your problems head on, don’t freeze the other person out.
That’s Wes’s specialty, freezing someone out.
Can anyone say “still bitter?”
The two of us haven’t really spoken since we went running. At dinner, he’d sat with Pat, catching up on the last few years. Then Pat banged his spoon on a water glass and introduced Wes to the campers. “Frozen Four champion…” and “number two in the nation for points scored,” and “guaranteed to see some ice time in Toronto next year.”
The eyes of the boys around me grew wider and wider. They’d hung on every word. Meanwhile, Wes had sat there cracking half an “aw, shucks”
