Dial M for Morna by Evan Munday

Author:Evan Munday
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ECW Press
Published: 2013-08-19T16:00:00+00:00

Whatever it was — the mention of Finland, the sight of the dead kids in their ridiculous snowman suits, the realization that we’d been standing there for twenty minutes — the three of us started skating and gradually moved closer to the actual party. I was kind of amazed Yumi could stay upright with one arm in a sling, but she managed better than I did with no excuse save a cut-up hand. I can wholeheartedly say the skate party wasn’t the worst thing in the world. We even talked with some nice people, like Tricia MacKenzie, who we used to curl with. Even Preston Sinclair wasn’t so bad. Mostly, everyone was gawking at the five people in matching white outfits who’d crashed the party but hadn’t really associated with anyone. To do damage control, I skated in and out of conversations saying things like I hear they’re from Finland or No, I don’t think they even understand English!

Oh, and did I say skate? Because I should have said, jerked myself forward as if by an invisible chain all over the pond. To my credit, I only fell three times, and one time, my butt didn’t hit the ground, so it didn’t even really count.

Everything was about as pleasant as could have been hoped: Devin McGriff and Ashlie Salmons staying to one side, the dead kids skating clear of everyone, and Yumi, Stacey, and me somewhere in the middle. The trouble only started when a bunch of the guys decided they wanted to play hockey.

“I’ll be a captain!” Devin McGriff shouted, though his skates hadn’t yet touched the ice that night.

I automatically assumed Yumi and I and even Stacey would be disqualified from team play, due to our general lack of athleticism and likelihood of bumming the team out. So I was surprised when they asked Stacey to play (not on Devin McGriff’s team, though, obvs). Don’t get me wrong. The guy’s tall, but about as useful on the ice as a croquet wicket. (That was my one and only sports joke.)

Unfortunately, Devin McGriff got the bright idea that Finns know how to play hockey, and that while one of the weirdos in white was tubby and two were clearly girls (unacceptable as hockey players in Devin’s mind), the other two looked kind of sporty. So Devin skated over to the group of white Finns to extend the olive branch of Canada’s most dangerous sport. Both, to my eternal horror, nodded their heads in agreement to whatever Devin McGriff asked them and soon they were joining his team’s starting lineup. Cyril, given the time period he came from, probably knew as much about hockey as he did about the internet. Disaster was written all over this game.

To add insult to injury (just wait — the injury is coming), Devin, after securing his two undead all-stars, drifted over to where Yumi and I were standing to ask if I’d be goalie.

“I know you don’t know much about hockey,” he sneered, lighting

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