“It’s always been you, Mol, since the first time I saw you standing outside the locker rooms twelve years ago. And maybe we’ve been doing this all wrong, or I’ve been doing this wrong. Maybe you didn’t trust us to get through things or trust me to stick around because you thought I needed to catch up with your feelings, I don’t know, but I was already there. And now I know for certain where the rest of my life is headed, I want it to start right now. Hockey’s not my future, you’re my future. So no, we don’t need one of those charts after next year, because I’ll just fit around your schedule.”
