Roger finished the last bite of cake and patted his stomach: "I'm not leaving this season, you have your promises to keep, and I have my promises to keep."
"So what about next season?"
"Like I said, no one can predict the future, just like you can't predict who your daughter will marry. Thanks, Abby, the cake was delicious."
"I can make it for you every day!"
"Really? That's awesome."
Off to the side, Hornacek shed a tear; he'd never tasted a bite of the cake his daughter made.
He shook his head and returned his thoughts to the main business.
Roger didn't clearly say he would stay next season, but that was an answer in itself.
At least for this season, Hornacek can be at ease; his efforts won't be in vain, and he can fully dedicate himself to his great career in his final season.
As for next year? Where Roger goes won't be his concern, all he can do is offer his blessings.
But speaking of it, it's bound to be an earthquake of a summer.
