In his childhood home in Sacramento, Griff awoke to the aroma of bacon and pancakes. In the kitchen, his Mother was cooking breakfast as if 15 years had not passed since she departed for Montreal. Precisely how she had taught him long ago, unbidden, he set the table, poured orange juice into glasses. Seamless participation in the serving of meals was a skill which women would later find attractive, he realized, as he set sugar and milk for coffee on the kitchen counter.
"After you were gone, I never thought that this would ever happen again," he said.
"I never thought that your Father would come after me. It took..."
"It took him fifteen years. But he was surprisingly purposeful once he set his mind on moving to Canada."
"Yes, I had relocated to Calgary and was settling into coaching University women, who were almost there in the competitive world of ranked figure skating, when your Dad showed up with a Visiting Professor gig in a place where I could continue coaching. He had an outfit from the LL Beans catalog and a cabin in the Bow River Valley."