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about this.”
    â€œMy parents aren’t here,” Johnny said. “We are here with a hockey team.”
    Tom said to the woman, “I can tell you what room our coach is in if you want to talk to him instead. Then our coach will talk to his parents.”
    â€œThanks,” Johnny said to Tom. But he didn’t mean it.
    â€œYou boys are lucky my favorite TV show is about to come on,” the woman said. “Otherwise I
would
talk to your coach.”
    She slammed the door shut.
    â€œThat was very funny,” Tom said. “It’s too bad for you we had to switch rooms.”
    â€œSwitch rooms?” Johnny said. Johnny hit his forehead with his hand. “You switched rooms?”
    â€œSure,” Tom said. “This one is a smoking room. They gave it to us by mistake. So we had to go back and get another room.”
    â€œSee?” Stu said to Johnny. “I told you the shaving cream wasn’t a good idea. Besides, it didn’t work. All you did was get her slippers.”
    â€œIt was a great idea,” Tom said. “Just wait until I tell the whole team what happened. That lady looked really mad. This will get a big laugh.”
    â€œYou’re right,” Johnny said to Stu. “Maybe the shaving cream wasn’t such a good idea.”
    â€œNeither is revenge,” Stu said. “Remember. We are all friends.”

Chapter Eight
    Johnny and Stu got back to the hotel room. It was time to go to sleep.
    â€œAre you really going to sleep with that hockey stick?” Stu asked Johnny.
    â€œYes. I’m going to eat with it and sleep with it and shower with it. It is not getting out of my sight.”
    â€œIf you shower with it,” Stu said, “you might wash off the players’ signatures.”
    â€œGood thinking,” Johnny said. “Okay, I won’t shower with it. But I’m going to eat with it and sleep with it.”
    Stu shut off the lights and got into his bed.
    Johnny got into his bed on the other side of the room. He put his stick under the covers with him.
    â€œHey!” Johnny said in the darkness. “What is this?”
    Stu got out of bed. He turned on the lights.
    Johnny was sitting up in bed. His feet and hands and the side of his face were sticky.
    â€œHoney!” Johnny said. “It’s on my pillow! It’s on my sheets! I’m a mess!”
    â€œHow did honey get there?” Stu asked.
    Johnny noticed a piece of paper sticking out from under his pillow. It was a note. He pulled it out. He read it to Stu.
    â€œâ€˜I wanted you and your hockey stick to have sweet dreams’,” Johnny said.
    â€œIs the note signed?” Stu asked.
    â€œYes,” Johnny said.
    â€œIt’s not from Coach Smith, is it?” Stu said.
    â€œNo,” Johnny said. “It’s from Tom. He put the honey in my bed.”
    â€œJohnny,” Stu said. “Now you are really behind. You sprayed shaving cream on a woman’s slippers. He got honey in your bed while you were trying to get him. It would be a good idea to call a truce.”
    â€œNo,” Johnny said. “I’ve got an idea. There is a store beside the hotel. Tomorrow I’ll buy honey to put in his skates and in his hockey gloves.”
    â€œPlease don’t,” Stu said. “Think of our team.”
    â€œOur team?”
    â€œIt would be nice to win the tournament. You shouldn’t do anything that will cause the team to lose. Remember. We are all friends.”
    â€œI know, I know,” Johnny said. “And revenge is never a good idea. But I don’t want revenge. I just want to get even.”
    Stu sighed. “Someday maybe you will understand that getting even is revenge. Maybe you will also learn it is never a good idea.”
    â€œYou’re right,” Johnny said.
    â€œI’m glad you agree.”
    â€œYou’re right that it would be nice to win the tournament,” Johnny said.