CHAPTER 5
AFTER THREE MONTHS in Richmond, I was keeping my head above water, albeit with a bit of kicking and the odd splutter. My chequebook balanced to the cent, and I was considering writing a cookbook called 50 Ways to Jazz Up Your Ramen Noodles. Apart from the lack of money and missing Missy terribly, my new life surpassed the old. My boss at the café let me take home leftovers on the two days I worked, and so far, Michelle had only asked me to clean at hotels where the managers treated me okay. I was on first-name terms with the librarian, and I’d even found time to catch up for coffee with Sylvia on a couple of occasions.
Tomorrow I only had work in the morning, and in the afternoon, I planned to take a long walk in the park if the weather was good. I was contemplating whether I c
