Archival footage of skaters competing in the ice dance event at the 1976 Winter Games in Innsbruck, Austria—the first year ice dance was contested as an Olympic sport.
Narrator:Drawn from ballroom dancing, ice dance focuses on intricate footwork and close partnering between skaters, rather than the acrobatic lifts and athletic jumps seen in other events.
Ellis Dean:A lot of female ice dancers start out skating with their brothers, cause those are the only dudes they can manage to guilt into it. That was not an option for Kat Shaw.
Chapter 2
The door banged open, and my bedroom filled with the mingled stench of Marlboros, Jim Beam, and body odor.
My older brother, Lee.
Heath and I leapt up. My brother didn’t want Heath in the house, let alone in my room. Which only inspired us to find more creative ways to sneak him inside. If Lee was sober—an increasingly rare occurrence—he limited his objections to snide remarks, maybe the occasional inanimate object hurled against the wall.
When he was drunk? He had no limits at all.
“What the hell’s he doing here?” Lee staggered across the threshold. “I told you—”
“Itoldyouto stay out of my room.”
I used to lock the door and leave the tarnished brass key in place, so Lee couldn’t spy on us through the keyhole either. Until he kicked the door in and busted the lock.
“It’smyhouse.” Lee jabbed a finger in Heath’s direction. “And he’s not welcome.”
Heath moved in front of me, smooth as a dance step, and smiled in a way we both knew would only incense Lee further. “Katarina wants me here,” he said. “And so did—”
Lee surged forward, seizing Heath by the arm and yanking him toward the hallway.
“Stop it!” I shouted.
Heath gripped the doorframe, fingernails sinking into the crackedtrim. As a competitive athlete, he was in far better shape, but Lee had several inches of height and many pounds of bulk on him. One brutal wrench, and Heath was forced to let go.
“Lee! That’senough.”
Not for the first time, I wished we had neighbors close enough to hear the commotion, to call the police. But our house was in the middle of nowhere, bordered only by old-growth forest and the cold expanse of Lake Michigan.
No one was coming to help us.
I chased after them, snatching at the collar of Lee’s shirt, pulling his greasy hair, anything I could think of to slow him down. He jabbed an elbow into my rib cage, knocking me back.
Heath made a valiant effort to stomp on Lee’s toes, and Lee slammed him into the banister. They were close—treacherously close—to the top of the staircase.
Gruesome images flashed through my mind: Heath, in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the steps, a pool of blood spreading. Bones protruding through skin, shattered so thoroughly he’d never be able to stand, let alone skate.
I scrambled back to my feet. I ran into the bedroom.
I didn’t realize what I was doing until the knife was already aimed at my brother’s face.
“Get your hands off him.” I jabbed the blade toward Lee’s stubbled chin. He regarded it with a lazy grin. He didn’t believe I was capable of hurting him.
Heath knew better.
“Katarina.” The lower Heath’s voice, the raspier it sounded, rustling the edges of every word like a breeze through tree branches. “Please. Put the knife down.”
It was only a little paring knife, taken from a dusty drawer in the kitchen. Sharp enough to carve wood, but not to seriously maim someone, let alone murder them. Still, I did want to hurt Lee, just a little. Just enough to make him afraid of me for once.
I looked at Heath, like we were standing at center ice, our music about to start.Ready?
He winced and shook his head. I held his gaze, tightening my grip onthe knife. I could tell he thought this was a terrible idea—and also that he didn’t have any better ones.
