Geeze, is she ever gonna get tired of this?” Sophie said, wrapping her arms around her shivering body.
Ronnie shook his head. “Doesn’t look like it,” he said as they watched Cassandra race passed them yet again. “She’s kinda good.”
This was a slight understatement. For the third hour out on the ice in the blistering cold, Cassandra tirelessly twirled and spun in tight circles until you’d think she’d be too dizzy to stand. She shot forward so fast down the entire length of the rink as if the devil himself were after her. Then she’d gracefully weave in and out of slower skaters then skate backwards while everyone stared in astonishment. She even did a couple of small, but nicely executed jumps.
“She looks like a woman possessed or something,” Sophie said, sounding worried.