grows. “For obvious reasons, she would like to continue as assistant for the time being.”
Like many other times during my days, my mind goes to Mandy.
We’ve only been seeing each other for a little over a month—since fate put us together at the same restaurant bar—but, nevertheless, as I’m contemplating my decision, I think of her. I’ve been single for so long that it surprises me that I wonder what she’d think of this opportunity.
I realize that as I face different decisions, I’d like to share them with someone—no, not someone, with her. I know my decision won’t affect us. Rarely do we see one another before eight-thirty or nine at night and never on Saturday mornings, unless it’s very early and a continuation of Friday night. I understand her desire to protect her son, but that doesn’t mean I don’t wish for more.
However, apparently by the expression of anticipation on Mr. Keys’s face, I don’t have time to consult with anyone. He wants an answer, and if I want to do this, I need to move.
“I’ll be honest,” Mr. Keys says, “the additional money isn’t that much. It’s hardly an NHL position.”
“If I say yes, it won’t be for the money.” And I never wanted a coaching position with the NHL. If I had, I’d have gone a different route with my future. I’m grateful for my years as a hockey player. I wouldn’t trade them for anything, but when I left the sport, I did that because I was done with it professionally. Of course, I’m still a fan. I even have season tickets though I’m now five states away.
If I’m willing to give up my afternoons and some Saturday mornings, it’s because of the memories I have of kids’ hockey camps and teams. Yes, now I see similar excited expressions on the students in my classroom, but to have that same enthusiasm I see there for a sport, that is the reason I’ll say yes. I want to help the boys on this team learn to love the hard work as much as the fun and excitement of a game.
I nod my head. “In that case, it seems like time is of the essence in making this decision.”
“I’m sorry that I can’t give you more time to think about it, but we’re between a rock and a hard place. The games begin soon and we need an official coach.”
“I’d be honored to be the coach.”
Mr. Keys’s smile blooms, filling his face as he extends his hand and we shake. “I couldn’t be happier, Malcolm, and for the record, I really did hate you when you played.” He shakes his head. “Not so much you, because if you’d played for the Blackhawks, I would have been your biggest fan. We’re honored to have you here teaching in our district.”
“The honor is mine.”
“Someday, I’d love to hear the story of your turn with the cup.”
I just laugh as I answer, “Another day. When do I start coaching?”
“Rita would like to introduce you to the kids now, this afternoon, if you can stop by the field. Then talk to her and she’ll fill you in on the rest of the schedule.”
As I drive toward the middle school, I can’t help but think that I wish I could tell Mandy about this tonight during our call. Despite the comment about penance, I am excited, and I want to share that with her. I know she doesn’t want to get too personal, but whether she admits it or not, from the first night we met it’s been personal.
Chapter Fifteen
Amanda
We all clap our approval. I’m not sure if it’s because my brother’s softball game is over or because he won. Jase bounces up and down as he screams his uncle’s name. Despite the din of the people, Alec turns toward us and waves. I like when my brother’s games are on non-school nights and earlier in the evening. I don’t know whose bright idea it was to schedule men’s softball at ten-thirty at night, but that is definitely not conducive to the attendance of three-foot-tall fans.
As the crowd begins to move from the bleachers and the next two teams take the field, I start to get up, but before I do, my dad stops me.
“How about Jase and I head over to the concession stand?”
Jase’s eyes widen in a silent plea as he waits for my answer.
I reach for my wallet. “You don’t have to buy—”
Dad interrupts me. “Give this old man a