![]() Jet snorts as he takes the chair to the right of me, and I scowl at him. “But I’m glad we could ‘Come Together’ here.” “I thought you would’ve gone to see Tommy play,” he says. We need you down here like …‘Yesterday.’” Jet winks at me.īefore I can ditch the idea, a door upstairs opens, and Lennon bounds down the steps, skidding to a stop in front of me. We stupidly bet a hundred bucks for whoever can casually slip in more Beatles song titles into a single conversation with Lennon. Jet gets a mischievous glint in his eyes,and I don’t like it. “Lennon, game’s starting,” he yells and then turns to me. Jet lets me in, and I try not to glance around, hoping to see Lennon, but I must not be subtle about it, because Jet smiles. ![]() The thought of facing Tommy and my old teammates doesn’t sit well with me, so I’m kinda hoping Boston loses. ![]() It’s game seven, and whoever wins this will face us next. Despite my better judgment, when Jet invites me to watch the Boston versus Ottawa game, I take him up on the offer. ![]()
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