"BWHA-HA-HA!" kackled Kwan. "While you two have had this sekret animosity towards each other all these years, I've liked you BOTH! Heck-fire! I've even liked Tonya, Nancy, Oksana, and..." Kwan took a deep breath. "And yes, even Sasha," Michelle said, sotto voce, "In fact, Sasha and I have become quite close, especially since touring together with COI." Michelle leaned against the wall and looked at a frosted window. Tara and Nicole stood as if in a trance, one thinking Michelle was able to see through the frost out the window, the other thinking Michelle was looking only at the frost. Neither was right.
You could cut the air in the room with a newly sharpened skate blade. Michelle sighed. A small tear formed at the corner of her eye but did not fall. It seemed to hold on to Kwan's lashes, afraid of what letting go might release. "No one knows how close Sasha and I have become." The tear gave up its grip and glided down Michelle's cheek, leaving a path of salt water on the curve of her cheek like the perfect runout of a backward outside edge on the ice.
"But now," said Michelle, narrowing her eyes, "Now..."