Chapter 21 Duluth

Aurel had been driving the Zamboni at Lakeview Arena for eleven weeks and he still said good evening to it.

"It's a machine," I told him. "It doesn't care."

"It has feelings about cold starts."

"It's a Zamboni, Aiden."

That was the name on his paycheck. Al Vale, rink maintenance, cash on Fridays...

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