A week later, they were at the Fleet Center in Boston, trying to get back stage."Look, we have backstage passes, right here," Warren said."That's not ...ood enough," the guard at the door said. "You have to be on the list. One of the skaters had to put you on the list. Which skaters are you friends with?" All of them!" Sophia shouted. "These tickets didn't come from a skater, they came from Ted Kantor." Who's he?" the guard asked."The guy who runs the tour! We know every skater in this show. We. That’s all I ever want to talk about. If you don’t mind I can tell you about the places we went to when we were dating. I can take you to some of them.” “That would be wonderful, Dad. I can never get tired of talking about Mom, and hearing about her. One more thing, Dad: from now on I want to share your bed. You’ve established the restrictions of our relationship, and I agree with them. What happened last night between us was beautiful. I want to do it again.” “Keep your bed. Mary saw that she had caused him discomfort, and started to fearfully reach out to him and was begging for forgiveness."Al! I didn't mean to upset you. I was curious, just asking a question! That's all. You don't have to answer me; I didn't mean to insinuate that we were a couple or anything like that. I was just curious to know why you treated me, well, so well."Al looked at her with a far-away dark look. She could see fire and something else in his eyes. She shuddered a bit then looked away,. It was fairly spacious, fitting two single beds, two desks and two dressers. It had its own private bathroom, and two windows on the far wall. Plain white walls and carpets, with matching bed covers. I dumped everything onto the bed next to the window, and immediately started to unpack all of my clothes. It took me a while, and when I was done I collapsed onto my bed, now in my pyjamas, and took calming breaths to relax myself. I hadn’t seen another name on the door, so I presumed my roommate.