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thought. Where would she ever run into a pro hockey player? She knew he’d never return to her store, looking for that ring.
    “For lunch today,” April recited, “we have a choice of spaghetti with meatballs, a grilled chicken sandwich, or the Chef’s Surprise.”
    “Surprise me,” said Greta.
    “Probably what they served last Friday. Whatever’s left over. But sometimes it’s good, and that’s a real surprise.”
    Greta was surprised enough that day. She found herself attracted to this hockey player, rich and successful, good-looking to a fault, and kind to children. But she tried to put Brandon Taylor out of her mind. She’d never see him again, and besides, she was never a hockey fan to begin with.

Chapter 4.
    “Now I want this pizza well done. Sausage needs to be cooked, and I mean cooked. I don’t want to get sick. Sausage should be a nice dark brown color.”
    Greta rolled her eyes, listening to her mother order a pizza. She was at her mother’s condo, helping her to move her couch so she could vacuum behind it. Mother said she’d buy lunch.
    “And make sure the crust is well done too. I want it crispy, and not light brown. And cut it all the way through.”
    Mother paused, listening to the phone girl read back her order.
    “No, I didn’t say pie cut. Did I say that? I said cut all the way through. What do you mean, you don’t know what I mean? What word don’t you understand? Cut…all…the…way…through!”
    Greta would have hung up on that customer, mother or no.
    “Last name is Patton. No, Pat-ton, not Patterson. I said delivery, not pick up. How much is the total? Geez Louise, that’s a lot for a small pizza. Okay, thank you. And please be on time. We’re hungry.” Mother hung up. “What a dumb broad.”
    “Ma. She’s trying to help.”
    “She didn’t know what I meant by cut all the way through.” Mother opened her purse, taking out her wallet.
    “I can pay for it, Ma.”
    Mother sat on a kitchen chair. “Let me, honey. I know you work hard. Do you eat lunch? Some people work through lunch. I hope you don’t do that.”
    Greta slapped her hips and rear. “Look, Ma. I gained five pounds. I eat too much.”
    “Go on, you’re a healthy young lady. You don’t want to be like those skinny models. They look like skeletons.”
    No arguing with Mother.
    “Say, how’s your girlfriend April? Is she doing all right?”
    “She’s fine. We had lunch the other day. I met her at work. A couple of Ice Bandits players were there, too. One was kind of cute.”
    “Ice Bandits? The basketball team?”
    “No, Ma. Ice. Hockey.” Greta opened a cabinet and took out two paper plates.
    Mother reached for a pile of napkins. “Hockey players. They’re rough. Always fighting, getting beat up, having their teeth knocked out. I can’t see you with one of them, Greta.”
    “Don’t tempt me, Ma.” Greta had to smile at the thought of being with a guy like Brandon, big and strong. God, was he built. And his dark hair, curling on the back of his neck. Deep blue eyes.
    But then again, she knew she’d never see Brandon, except maybe at a game. And when did she ever attend a sporting event?
    The phone rang. Mother jumped ten feet. “Why the hell is your phone so loud?”
    Greta thought it was the pizza delivery guy. “Yes?”
    “Hey, Greta. April. You didn’t answer your phone, so I guessed you were at your mother’s.”
    “Ma was just asking about you.”
    “Do you want to go to a White Sox game? Next Friday night. A bunch of us from work got half price tickets. It’s hospital night. I thought you might want to go with. Even if you don’t like baseball, it’s a night out. We could people watch. And eat. And drink.”
    “Sounds good to me. I need a night out. Hey, I can’t stay on the line. Ma ordered a pizza, and she has a landline phone.”
    April and Greta said their goodbyes, and Greta hoped Mother wouldn’t question her to death about her night out. Mother always nagged her to