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Papa wouldn’t put you under this pressure, wouldn’t give you an entire hockey franchise if he didn’t think you’d do well.”
    “Why do you think he made it so that if I sold it, everyone got an equal amount?”  The question was meek coming out of her mouth.
    Katella shrugged her shoulders and looked away.  “I have no idea,” she said.  “Maybe because you selling the team would be like you not having faith in yourself, and if you don’t have faith in yourself then punish Alan and Ryan doesn’t really mean anything anymore.  Selling the team is a shortcut – why do you think Alan wants to sell everything right away?  He just wants the fast cash.  And yeah, selling this team would mean that everyone would be set for life – we wouldn’t have to work.  But, I don’t know, as lame as it sounds, it means we get a boring though financially-stable life.  Papa started this team.  He didn’t want to sell it to get quick money.  He didn’t care about that.  He was comfortable.  He wanted to keep his dream alive no matter what.  God, I sound like an afterschool special, don’t I?”
    Seraphina chuckled, nodding her head.  “Yes, you do,” she murmured.  “But it’s working.  Do you really I can do it?”
    Katella placed her hands on her sister’s shoulders and locked eyes with her.  “In all honesty Sera, I think you can do whatever you want to do,” she answered.  “And I think Papa thought the same thing.”
    Seraphina felt Katella release her, felt her eyes look at the dull concrete underneath her feet before nodding once, twice, three times, before looking up.  “Okay,” she said in a quiet voice.  “Okay, we can go back inside.”
    Katella followed her younger sister back into Mr. James’s office.
    “Well?” he inquired once the door was once again shut.
    Seraphina noticed the different faces looking at her.  Alan looked both pissed off and hopeful that Seraphina would sell.  Henry offered her a small smile, his grey eyes offering more support than she expected.  She couldn’t actually read the look on Simon’s face, but he seemed indifferent despite the calm look on his face.  And Ryan was looking out the window, behind Earl’s desk.  Seraphina wasn’t sure if he cared about the outcome of this anymore or not.
    “I’m going to keep the team,” she said.  “I don’t want to sell.”
    And as she spoke the words, she realized that they were true. 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    5 .   Seraphina barely had time to take a sip of her heavily creamed-and-sugared coffee before the doorbell rang.  It was the next morning, and Katella was in the shower, preparing for another day of work despite Seraphina’s suggestion that she take some time off to cope with Papa’s death.  But Katella was weird in the way she handled her grief; maybe it had to do with the fact that she was the oldest of the two, but she seemed to prefer to bare her pain by herself, alone, and throw herself into other activities rather than allow herself a moment to be sad or ask people for support.  Seraphina wished Katella didn’t try to be strong all the time.
    In merely a loose t-shirt and short shorts, Seraphina stood on her toes in order to see who was outside, calling on the sisters at such an awful seven thirty hour.  Frowning in recognition, she rolled her feet back down and opened the door with her free hand, wondering just what Detective Christopher Williams of the Newport Beach Police Department wanted.
    “Sorry for the early hour,” he said with a sheepish smile.  Seraphina herself wasn’t immune to this smile, and she was certain that the thirty or so year old detective employed it for his benefit.  “But I have a couple more follow up questions, if you don’t mind.”  With his blue eyes, he took in the sight of Seraphina, realized his mistake, and forced them back to her face, causing both to flush.  “Right, may I come