Phoebe's skates It was 1310 miles from Calgary, Canada to South of San Francisco. On a chilly October evening, Phoebe descended from her forest green Ford truck, grabbed her duffle bag. She was wearing a black fleece jacket embroidered with the Calgary red and gold logo. Black jeans.

Yuri must have been watching. He walked down the hill, wordlessly took her bag. Walked home with her.

That Friday evening, Griff was watching out the window for Caydance. "Go slow", he had advised Yuri. Yuri was only five years older than Phoebe, but four of those years were spent as a gun-carrying Leningrad Embassy "cultural attache"-- and playing hockey with a tough Russian Hockey Club SKA.

Caydance was late. Griff was uneasy until he saw her blue Volvo heading up the hill to Huygens, bringing with her Margarita pizza from Woodside.

"Jack called from France, just as I was leaving", she said. "He and Nico have found Ted Treharne, although they have yet to meet him. It was Nico's Aunt Jolie who identified Ted's photo as an American soldier, whom on a cold day in the Ardennes, Resistance colleagues rescued. He was lying unconscious on the snow covered river bank where his Harley had crashed.

"That painting of Utah Beach that now hangs in the studio/workshop? Joile was with him when he painted it. As we surmised, it was years until his memory returned.

"In Burgundy, they call him François."

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