Chapter 383: Keaner VIII—Like That Kid
“Damn!” Keane laughed, “Didja see that Adam? The kid hit his own mother!”
Foote shook his head solemnly, “I saw.”
The whistle blew almost immediately and Michele stayed on the ice, and Keane could see the amazed expression on her face as she stared at her son. Whatever the kid said to her, Mike gave him kudos, his own mother after all! The referee held his hand up and then frowned. He skated to the penalty box and the door swung open. They could hear as Kerry Fraser asked Mitchell, “So I think the penalty is on Jonathan, what are your thoughts my boy?”
Keane grinned, aw gotta love it, gotta love it.
“Ummm,” Mitchell said in his microphone, “I don’t know. Cause Jonathan is my best fwend and, and he takes good care of me. He saved me from the Ghoulies, and the Flying Monkeys and the Mummy and everything and he’s gonna teach me how to fight with swords just in case he’s not around when I need help.”
“Holy Hell, Mimi weren’t lying about those kids imaginations,” Keane said.
“So what’s it gonna be?” Kerry asked with an indulgent grin in his voice.
“Ummm,” Mitchell said. “I don’t think I wanna give Jonathan a penalty.” Keane could imagine the kid shaking his head, probably with pleading eyes. Cute little bugger, sometimes he wished his son Jackson were as endearing as that.
“Oh you don’t?” Kerry asked. “But I blew the whistle, what are we gonna do then?”
“Oh I think we’ll give Mimi the penalty for falling down.” Mitchell said to Keane’s never ending delight. “I don’t think she needed to fall down like that.”
Mike heard Michele’s angry squeal as she stood up in indignation and the audience laughed. Aw what he wouldn’t give to be on the ice right now, next to her, maybe trying to put a little coolness on her rage.
“Diving!” Fraser asked, “You’re calling Mrs. Roy a diver?”
“Yeah,” Mitchell said simply, “Two minutes for diving. Sorry Mrs. Roy.”
“Ooooo!” Keane heard Michele exclaim and he leaned over the boards to get a better view of her as she scrambled to the box. She put her hand on her hip and Fraser held the microphone to Michele who seemed more than ready to share a piece of her mind. “Mitchell, how could you give me two minutes… that’s outrageous, it really is!”
“I’m sorry Mimi, but is it too long?” Mitchell asked, “It’s the rules.”
“Oh no baby,” Michele said with a gut turning purr, “It’s not long enough.”
“What?” Fraser and Mitchell exclaimed at the same time.
“Oh yes,” Michele replied oh so earnestly, and Keane actually fumed a little inside remembering that tone of voice when she brushed him off for the last time. “I just thought maybe you could add a little extra time to it, so I could spend more time with you yes?”
Keane shook his head and he saw Debbie put her hands on her hips.
“Awwww!” Mitchell said and Keane saw the little boy blush from cheek to cheek. “You got me, hehehe, full pardon!”
“Merci!” Michele giggled and she leaned forward and she kissed Mitchell on the cheek.
“Holy shit!” Foote exclaimed. “No way!”
“Eh it’s not hard to work over a kid,” Keane replied. “That starts on the playground and never leaves.”
“Well it looks like there’s not gonna be a penalty,” Fraser said, “How about that, I guarantee you’re not gonna see something like that again folks.”
The smile on Michele’s face could warm over the dead, Mike thought as he watched her skate back to the bench with Debbie’s arm around her waist. Hinote followed behind and had a look of awe on his face. The expression on Debbie’s face seemed a mixture of amusement and irritation, her lips pulling down a little in a frown. “Fer gawds sake Mimi,” Debbie said loudly, “I didn’t even get a full pardon ya bitch!”
Michele giggled. “Because Mitchell wanted to spend time alone with you, remember?” She hugged Debbie before they crawled onto the bench; Keane scooted over to allow room for them. “Did you forget again?”
“Oh yea,” Debbie laughed. “I keep forgetting.”
“Yo,” Keane said after getting a tap from the coach, he jumped over the boards and looked back at Michele. “Hey talked yourself outta yet another situation aye Mimi?”
Michele twisted her bottom lip. “Oh it was nothing yes, but Mike, will you do me a favor, dear, just a small one.”
Leaning over the board he gave her his best leer. “Anything for you sweetie.”
Michele fluttered her eyelids. “Make my son cry, yes?”
Laughing,
Keane winked at her and skated alongside Josefina. “Hey watch it for the
“Eh, he’s just a little shit,” she replied. “I doubt he’ll bother me.” And Keane realized at that moment that Jo was taller than him in skates, that worried him a little and he cleared his throat.
“Oh yeah?” he said.
Jo nodded not making eye contact. “Yeah I’m sure he knows if he makes a peep to me I’ll reach into his chest and rip out his heart.” She looked at him then with gorgeous black eyes that radiated the very essence of malicious evil and her perfect mouth tilted in an odd smile.
He coughed and skated as far from her as he could go. He glanced at Jonathan, and he saw a boy, stoic and solid in his net with bright sparkling eyes, focused and glowing almost as much as his father’s. Yeah he would have a heavier burden to carry, much more than his father ever knew if he stuck it out in the upcoming years. This would more than likely be the most fun this kid ever had, him and his apparently foul mouth.
As the play started, Peter and Jo did some good work keeping the puck in the offensive zone. Keane hung around the net, watching the boy. “Hey kid,” he barked. “You really pissed off your Momma.”
“Yeah, well,” Jonathan said and he even butterflied to make a save and kicked a rebound out. “She gets pissed off easy.”
“Got a nasty mouth there I hear,” Keane said.
Jonathan made a stick save and before Keane could reach the loose puck with his stick, Jonathan covered it up for a whistle. Holding onto the puck, Jonathan got to his feet and his eyes sparked with fiery glee. “Can I help it if you pussies get your feelings hurt easy?”
Keane lifted his eyebrow, “Maybe you’ve just never had a taste of your own medicine, just like your Daddy.”
“How would you know how,” Jonathan snapped, “You bald, useless, aging, Leprechaun?”
“Cause your Momma bitches about it, from the first day you were born.”
“Ha what would you know about that?” Jonathan replied with his hand on his hip and he tossed the puck for the referee to catch.
Raising both eyebrows Keane tilted his chin up and perhaps went a little farther than he should have. “Cause I used to fuck her regularly and she talks too much.” He replied.
Jonathan’s eyes widened a little bit but the boy really didn’t miss a beat. “Naw you didn’t Mike,” he said. “Although I bet you wanted to. You prol’ly just kept coming over drunk as a dawg, fucked our golden retriever and when you woke up seeing that blonde hair on the pillow you just assumed you scored the big one you pervert!”
Mike’s jaw tightened and he really couldn’t think of anything to say, all he heard was the low cackle from the boy’s throat as he skated back to the bench. Michele’s eyes were narrowed and she looked like a woman ready to slit a throat. “So did you give it to him?” she snipped.
Mike laughed. “You know, I really like your boy Meems, I really do.”
“Oh Christ,” Michele said with a roll of her eyes. “Of course you do.”
“He’s irresistible,” Mike said and he sat down. He turned to Josefina. “So Sweetie he be nice to you?”
Jo shrugged. “Eh.”
“Well I’m going to teach him a lesson,” Michele replied with girlish flip of her wrist. “I’ll score on him, prick his precious little ego a little.”
“Oh you think so? Pete couldn’t even get anything past him.”
“Hey it’s
not like I tried all that hard!” Forsberg snapped.
Michele shrugged. “It’s always
from the one you least suspect, yes?”
Keane nodded. “Fair enough.”
And he watched Michele when her turn came around again. Sure enough, the little brat found her way and she broke completely free from the group in the defensive zone for a clear breakaway towards her son. Mike stood up and clenched his fists eager to see the outcome of this mess. Barreling after her was Rob Blake but he seemed only half hearted with a smile on his face and his tongue hanging out.
It seemed that Michele would reach the net unmolested and then something happened that Keane associated with the boy’s father. Jonathan abandoned his net and skated at full throttle to meet Michele at the middle of the zone. Instead of poking at the puck on her stick, Jonathan slammed into her full force and the two fell into a tangled heap on the ground, to the dead silence of a suddenly tense and worried crowd.
Even Keane scowled and his stomach turned a little. Jonathan seemed to roll off pretty quickly, but it didn’t look like Michele moved one bit. The boy threw off his helmet and leaned over her and Keane could hear his terrified voice.
“Oh God Mom! Please don’t be hurt!”
And Mike could only think the same thing.