"After they leave art school, some are in grad school; some are setting up their own studios, confronting the difference between art school and real life. Some I never hear from again, but once in a while I get an announcement for an exhibition and am thrilled to see the name of a former student. Are you calling about Phoebe?"
"Yes. Casey-M discovering the Hollywood playground was inevitable. Phoebe isn't precisely an angel. But there was something about those two together, a kind of shared skating energy, born in their Edmonton childhoods."
"Last I saw her, she was loading a duffle bag into her new forest green Ford truck, heading North to a National Park in Oregon."
"A National Park in Oregon?"
"I think he goes by the name of Ranger Dick."
"That would be a normal Phoebe response, but this morning I walked as usual to the rink where my students practice. There she was, skating by herself, as if there was nothing in her world – except her skates and clean ice."