was midmorning. Where is Skinnybones? Itâs important to get the letters mailed as soon as possible.
Finally sheâs here, rushing in a bit breathlessly, dropping her backpack.
âSorry,â she says. âI was at the library using the computer. I had the letters done by two-thirty but I ran into some kids from school.â
âYou surprise me, Tamara. I thought you avoided the madding crowd.â Obviously responsibility is not this oneâs middle name. I gesture toward the walker. âLetâs go outside for a bit.â
âJust Timmy and a couple of other kids who were in my lit circle,â she says defensively. âWe had caramel lattes at the Second Cup.â
âCaramel lattes? I thought you models had to watch your weight.â
âBrad Silverstone says I need to put on a few pounds.â
âWell, I guess heâs the expert. Grab my purse, will you? Iâve got stamped envelopes in there.â
âJust a week and two days,â Skinnybones reminds me as she organizes her long arms and legs into a pose at the end of the picnic table. Sheâs wearing jeans that look like theyâve been retrieved from a rag bag and then dragged over a costume jewelry counter, snagging all kinds of odds and ends. Chains. A couple of brooches. My Lord, is that an earring hanging onto a thread by her ankle?
âDid you get to Holt Renfrew yet?â I can feel the smoke from my first cigarillo of the afternoon seeping through me like the fog of the norns.
She doesnât say anything for a minute, and I notice the flush of embarrassment reddening her cheeks.
âYou didnât go, did you?â
She glares at me.
âI went. Bunch of stuck-up...â
âWhat happened?â
âOh. Some guy came running over when I was walking by the jewelry counter, like he was afraid I was going to walk off with half the stuff. I was just trying to find the dress department.â
Sheâs suddenly become fixated on a bauble sewn onto her jeans.
âYou didnât give up.â
âNo. He kept telling me where the other stores were. The Bay. Zellerâs. So I accidentally-on-purpose knocked over an earring display and he started yelling at me. I had to wait outside by the door for about an hour until he was over on the other side of the store with a customer and then I went back in and there was this guy selling ties and shirts and he took me over to where the dresses were and this lady with silver hair.â
âPhoebe.â
âYeah. Phoebe. She was friendly but you shouldâve seen the look on her face when I told her I needed dresses for the opera. You know the way someone looks when theyâre trying not to laugh?â
âYou have a thinner skin than I thought, Tamara.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âNever mind. I do hope you managed to get something to wear.â
âOne black dress; one green. Nile green, Phoebe called it. Black pumps. She picked them all out.â
âPhoebe has a good eye.â
Tamara gives me the letters and I fish a pen out of my purse. When Iâm through signing them and she seals the envelopes, I review the things she needs to remember to do â post the letters, pack her suitcase and be ready to come over on the morning of the 2nd, take my CAA card and pick up the maps weâll need.
âWhen youâre at my place, Iâll get you to phone the Lodge and ask some little question â maybe something about my medications â just to get them properly lulled.â
Two of the nurses who have been out for a smoke get up from a table across the patio and head back into the Triple S. In my purse is the flask of brandy Eddie got me. I slip it out along with one of the little paper cups from the washroom dispenser.
âI feel like celebrating,â I say. âYou donât drink, do you, Tamara?â
âIâve given it up.â She gives me one of her chippy
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations