"You spoke with Mom?"

"Actually, we communicated with postcards. Although you didn't ask me, I will tell you that the math conference for which I agreed to be on the Program Committee -- a thing I do not usually do as it involves reviewing a lot of papers with which I do not agree -- will be held at the end of October at the University of Calgary.

A platter of fried won tons, a surprising amount of egg rolls, and three beers had appeared. "You might also be interested to know that your Mother has agreed to have lunch with me at a French Canadian Restaurant in the Bow River Valley."

"Good going Dad!" Griff was almost speechless, which was unusual. With the table between them, it would have been awkward to get up and embrace his Dad in the booth. Instead, he kissed Caydance.