"Dad ordered the things you suggested in the catalogs, and none of the things I suggested." Griff told Caydance on the drive up the coast to his beach house. "He says that in this case he wants to please my Mother and not me."

"In Canada," he continued -- while Caydence briefly laid her hand on his thigh in a reassuring manner -- "people know who my Mom is, and she has a coaching job that she loves. Living in the California Central Valley was very different. There was no way that Dad would move to Montreal. But he loves the mountains North West of Calgary, where as a family, we went on summer vacations in my childhood, and where he can now -- thanks to something to do with his patents -- afford to buy a home in the mountains."

"If sometimes it seems that you are the figure skater, and I'm the mathematician, that is not a criticism", Caydance observed. Paying attention to Griff's interjection that he would be reassured if she put her hand back where it was, she added: "I love it that people talk to you everywhere we go."

"So do I", Griff admitted. "It is not precisely the same but although Dad's world is the workings of computers and code systems, in a place where Mom has her own identity asa figure skater, that could work."

"You think there is a chance for them?"

"Yes, I do", Griff replied as they pulled into the driveway to his beach house.