She lay The Hockey News on the kitchen table, grabbed a Big Rock Brewery IPA from the refrigerator, put on the locket that Casey-Marcel gave her a few years ago. It contained a photograph of Casey himself, racing across the ice in his red, gold, and black Calgary Dinos home uniform which featured a T-Rex logo across his biceps. She sighed with pleasure remembering the night they spent together not much more than a week ago.

The Hockey News fell open to a mid-section photograph captioned:
"Casey-Marcel, The Saint, Out on The Town
With His Hollywood Starlet Girlfriend"

Phoebe read no further. Defacing The Hockey News was not done where she came from. Instead, she removed Casey-Marcel's photo from the locket, tore it into small pieces; threw the pieces into a convenient wastebasket; called Griff's mother, her former coach Genevieve McGuire.

"I saw it," Genevieve responded.

"I should not have declined lunch with the man in a speedo whom I met on Venice Beach while Casey-M was at practice."

"Probably just as well. In my life, everyone thought what happened was because the man I left Claude for was a Habs coach, but actually, it was the bathing suit he was wearing when we met on a Nova Scotia beach. He invited me to lunch while Claude was at a mathematics conference in Montreal. Almost ten years of my life later, I realized that I had made a mistake."