Westbound, Bloor and Broadview
Caucasian woman, early 50s, with short curly brown hair, wearing glasses, black hat, purple scarf, and indigo earrings.
The Road Home, Rose Tremain (Vintage Books)
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Christmas. Lev saw how it advertised itself on every street and seemed to preoccupy every mind. He saw its daze and worry everywhere in people’s eyes. He understood how Christy, in particular, felt it as a coming ordeal in an armada of sufferings he felt unable to endure.
Her freezer door holds two meat patties, a brown banana, and a baggie of chocolates leftover from the holidays. She pulled from it daily for the first month, rewarding herself for taking the stairs at work, getting off the subway a stop early, or cleaning behind the toilet which, she has to say, places a phenomenal amount of focus on the core. Only the red foils are left, her least favourite. She holds the bag by the corner, swinging it back and forth toward the garbage, tossing it instead back into the freezer door. Company could come. And, if not, there’s always Valentine’s Day to make up for.
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