BONUS EPILOGUE

MEG

The arena smells like new paint and cold concrete. I stand in our kiosk with John and go over the checklist. The sign reads BEA’S BEES. The counter is stainless. The espresso machine is a smaller twin of our workhorse at the shop. A mini-fridge holds milk. A locked cabinet holds branded mugs and sealed honey sticks. The arena crew wired a dedicated circuit yesterday. We have two backup pitchers for rushes between periods.

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