I took Mary to the Royal Bank on Bay Street to see Body of Winter. She’d wanted to drive downtown but I insisted that we take the subway, given the volume of traffic in that area and how difficult it always was to find parking.
Body of WinterInside the walk-in vault, I turned away from her to open the safety deposit box and, as soon as I did, she removed a brick from her purse and smashed it against the back of my head, knocking me out. I fell to the ground (though because I had only one injury on my body, she may have lowered me). The poem was professionally framed but small enough for her to conceal inside her jacket. She left the vault with it pinned under her armpit. At the end of the hallway next to the tellers’ windows, she walked past the assistant manager, who caught up to her and
