Читать книгу Hope and Heartbreak in Toronto. Life as a Maple Leafs Fan онлайн

81 страница из 85

Mrs. Robinson spent increasing amounts of time with her nose in a massive book that reminded me of a university textbook I wouldn’t dare think of reading, even in university. The book, and my wife’s head stuck in it, became a ubiquitous presence around our house. She also took to visiting websites that made the whole business seem more like a chemistry project.

Things were starting to get a bit testy, and my normally easy-going better half suddenly had one rule: if it was time, it didn’t matter what was going on, I had to drop everything I was doing and take action.

I distinctly recall adjusting my work schedule and, gasp, missing the occasional shinny skate to stick around the house waiting for that time. There were even times when I suggested a practice run but she waved me off in order not to spoil things when she entered the fertility red zone.

So, as the clock ticked just past five o’clock on the day in question, Mrs. Robinson suddenly struck that look just as Aussie pounced for a dog biscuit.