Chapter 13
Summer days were as languid as the heat.
I took a few weeks off and took Fay to La Ronde, the waterslide park, and hiking in Saint-Bruno. We spent a day in Tremblant and rode the cable car up the mountain. In between all of the trekking and driving—Dayton had graciously loaned me his car for the week—we played board games in my air-conditioned apartment or slept. Sometimes we hung around Elsie’s shop and made her crazy.
We were both brown-skinned and our strawberry-blond hair had turned a nice shade of wheat. We were officially beach bums. “You bored?” I asked Fay, walking into the living room. She was drawing. “Who’s this?” I looked at the four people she’d colored.
“Me, Mom, you, and Dayton.”
“Why’s my hair so big?”
“You have a big head.” She laughed and lifted the pictu
