Chapter 12The experience with Abby and the Aces resulted in one positive. I no longer brooded about missing the ball hockey season. I’d come to the realization that it was my teammates I missed, not the activity itself.
And I also missed something—or rather, someone—else. Though I hadn’t heard from Val since she left, I knew someone who might have.
I invited Judith over the next weekend, ostensibly to help me plant a couple of magnolia trees I’d picked up from the garden centre. She came over willingly enough, lured by the promise of a beer, after, and a steak cooked over the fire pit.
“I thought you liked the yard just the way it was?” Judith said as she dropped into her chair and cracked open her beverage. “Although those will be pretty once they’re big enough to start blooming.” She
