Chapter 15
Looking out across the lake, Ruth followed the curve of Ashbridge’s Bay until her gaze met the CN Tower. She’d never liked that thing. Too phallic. But, then, there wasn’t much she appreciated about the city. It had been years since she’d enjoyed heading downtown.
“Maybe we should give this art thing a miss.”
“Why?” Agnes asked. “It’s such a nice day.”
“There’s a chill in the air.”
“Of course there is. It’s fall.”
“I suppose so.”
Strapping a brightly-coloured backpack over her shoulders, Agnes asked, “Is this the same woman who danced with me on Church Street last Halloween? You weren’t afraid of the cold that night.”
Things were different then. Hard to believe they’d danced on Church Street only a year ago. Not even a year. It felt like a lifetime had come and g
