When Zacharias walks into the vast hall where the competition is taking place, several hours away from Beartown, Amat is there to watch. Not a big army, but an army nonetheless.
The floor where the computers are lined up is surrounded by tall banks of seating, full of spectators; there are screens hanging from the roof and music thundering from the loudspeakers.
“It’s . . . almost like hockey,” Zacharias’s father concedes in amazement.
He and Zacharias’s mother caught up with Amat at the railway station. They drove here together instead. The parents walked in reluctantly, not really understanding any of it, but before the competition is over the people around them will be cheering and applauding what Zacharias has done. When he wins, Amat will yell out loud, and his parents will follow his example. A stranger in the row in front will turn around and ask Zacharias’s mom, “Do you know him?”
“He’s my son!” Zacharias’s mom will exclaim.
The stranger will nod and look impressed and will say, “You must be incredibly proud of him!”
* * *
It’s not that important. It’s only a sport. A different sport.
* * *
Kira Andersson’s own mother once said to her, “The hardest thing about having a family is that you’re never finished.” Kira can’t quite forget that as she and her colleague furnish their office, chase clients and try to recruit staff, negotiate with the bank, and worry about money. Kira’s phone keeps ringing the whole time. She looks at the photograph of the children on her desk with the same silent questions as always: For whose sake do you have a career? Is it worth all the sacrifices? How are you supposed to know that in advance?
* * *
Peter Andersson comes home to an empty house. Kira is at work, the children are out with friends. Peter makes a meal for himself and eats it watching a hockey game on TV. His phone is silent. When he accepted the job of general manager all those years ago, he used to hate the sound of it ringing, because it never stopped, not even when he was on vacation. Now he misses it.
* * *
Maya Andersson puts the key into the lock and walks into the hall. Her dad gets up from the couch and tries to hide how happy he is not to have to be home alone. Maya is exhausted after her martial arts training, but when she sees the look on her dad’s face she goes to get her guitar. They play three songs together in the garage. Then the daughter asks, “Has Mom told you? About . . . music school?”
Peter looks surprised. Then embarrassed. “We . . . your mom and I . . . we haven’t had much time to talk lately.”
Maya fetches the letter. “I can start in January. It’s a long way away, I’d have to move and I’d need to borrow money, but . . . Mom said it was okay.”
Peter doesn’t succeed in his attempt not to fall apart. “I just want you to be . . . to be happy, Pumpkin . . . just happy!” he manages to say.
“You know what, Dad? That’s all I want for you, too,” his daughter whispers.
* * *
Leo Andersson is walking alone through Beartown. He isn’t going anywhere particular, has no plan, he’s just walking about. When he’s grown up, he’ll remember this as the winter when he was desperate for something to feel passionate about. Everyone else seems to have something they love unconditionally: his dad has his club, his mom her new business, and Maya her music. Leo wants something of his own. Perhaps he’ll find it. Perhaps that’s another story.
But this evening when he comes home, his mom is still at work and his big sister has gone to bed. His dad is sitting in the living room watching television. Leo hangs his coat up, considers going straight to his room, like anyone else who’s only just become a teenager, but this evening he goes into the living room instead. He sits down next to his dad. They watch a hockey game together.
“You . . . I . . . I hope you know how much I love you,” his dad says during one of the breaks.
“I know, Dad. I know.” Leo grins and yawns as if he takes that for granted.
Peter can’t help hoping that he might have done something right as a parent after all. They’re both asleep on the sofa when Kira comes home. She covers the pair of them with blankets.
* * *
You’re never finished with a family.
46
We’ll Say It Was a Road Accident
Have you ever seen a town fall? Ours did. Because sometimes it’s so easy to make people hate one another that it feels incomprehensible that we ever do anything else.
* * *
This has been a story about ice rinks and all the hearts that beat in and around them. About people and sports and how they sometimes take it in turns to carry each other. About us, dreaming and fighting. Some have fallen in love and some have been destroyed; we’ve had good days and some very bad ones. Beartown has cheered, but it has also started to smolder. Things were heading toward a terrible explosion.
* * *
A few girls made us proud, a few boys made us great. A car drove too fast through the night. We’ll say it was a road accident, but accidents are quirks of fate, and we will know that we could have prevented this one. This one will be someone’s fault. Many people’s fault. Our fault.
* * *
Hockey is hockey. A game. Make-believe.
* * *
When winter comes to Beartown and Hed, it’s dark when you set out for work and dark when you come home. The staff in the emergency room of the hospital in Hed pass the time the way everyone else does: they talk hockey.
Everyone is looking forward to the next game. Some support the red team, some the green team: there are doctors and nurses who can barely talk to each other. As the season has progressed and both teams have won all their other games, the next encounter between Beartown Ice Hockey and Hed Hockey has become more and more important. The club that wins could get the chance of promotion to the next league. The one that loses may not even exist next season. Things can turn that quickly.
We try to tell ourselves that hockey is only hockey, but of course it never is. One doctor mutters that “money is ruining the sport.” One nurse gives a long speech in the staffroom about how “the fat cats in the association keep coming up with impossible financial demands on smaller clubs, agents are sucking the market dry, the sponsors are just playing around, and games are decided in boardrooms rather than on the ice!” Someone reads an article from a paper in which a sports commentator far from here predicts that teams such as Beartown and Hed will end up as feeder clubs for the bigger teams in a few years’ time. “Feeder clubs? As if we’re going to be slaves to the big cities!” Someone else snarls, “If only Beartown had shut down, we could have concentrated all our efforts on one club,” which prompts the reply “Why should we shut down? Why don’t you shut down?” The hospital staff start to argue and fall out, just like everyone else around here.
* * *
But then something happens, the way it always does where they work: an alarm comes in, there’s been an accident, injured people are on their way. They forget about hockey games and club loyalties. Everyone in the emergency room works together, fights together, comes together as a team.
* * *
They’ll do their utmost to save the lives of everyone brought in by the ambulances tonight. It won’t be enough.
* * *
If Ana and Vidar had been an ordinary love story, perhaps they could have lived their whole lives together. Perhaps they would have gotten fed up with each other, broken up, or perhaps they would have kept on falling in love with the same person. An ordinary life is long if you live it together with someone else.
But the thing about being an unusual teenager is that sometimes you just want to be an ordinary teenager. Ana is lying in bed, Vidar is lying quietly beside her, she’s like Minecraft to him: he can concentrate when she’s with him.
“Do you want to go to a party with me?” she whispers.