“I hope not,” says Estelle, enigmatically.
She needs enough money for a Tim’s coffee and an All-Canadian Bacon and Egger on a English Muffin.
Estelle sits on the sidewalk at University Plaza, far from the hardware store entrance. No begging permitted here. A winter tuque frames her sunburnt face. It’s July but the hat hides her matted, unwashed hair.
Estelle’s grassy bed is hidden along the trail. Her father cannot make nocturnal visits like he used to.