“Vas is going to be happy as a clam.” Indeed, Vas’ face lights up so dramatically when he sees Nigel walk in, one would think it was his best friend in the whole world. He skates over to us, smiling widely. He nods politely to me, acknowledging my presence next to the man he’s really come to see. “Bonjour, entraîneur Nigel. Comment allez-vous aujourd'hui?” Looking up from where he’d been adjusting the laces on his skates, Nigel St. James smiles at Vas. “Bonjour, Henri. J'ai hâte de jouer au hockey, ça fait trop longtemps.”
