Ronnae was definitely in good company. Billy had visited a rink once on Earth, but he'd been clumsier back then. Winters were mild in southern California---not much ice to skate on, anyway. His only saving grace here was his improved balance, but even that wasn't going to help him very much.

He clung to Ronnae's hand, learning the subtleties of pushing as quickly as he could manage.

"You're sure there are no lakes to fall through, right?" Billy asked nervously.