“This is the Olympics, Kate!”
The harsh voice of Rick Tuttle cut through the rink.
“What do you think this is, Kate? Junior Pairs '82?”
“No. As I recall in '82 you were still humiliating me in privet.”
Rick and Kate had always been like this, a clash of wills, yelling at each other for hours.
“Maybe that's because you were still listening.”
Brain wished Rick would yell at him. Odd, but Rick yelled at Kate was because Rick watched Kate. Always Kate, only Kate.
“Rick, this is impossible.”
Rick glanced at him for a second... then yelled at Kate.