Читать книгу Over the Spiked Picket Fence - Angela Aloisio Sander & Denvil Buchanan - Страница 14

I had followed the North Star to Toronto – some say Hog-town – Toronto the good. It was this same city that I had heard some people say was part of the long golden Canadian Shield range that was often covered by fluffy whiteness in the dead of winter. That is what I had been told. Here I had come to find new opportunity in this land of the First Nations, pioneers entering the prime of my life, a twenty -two year old smooth and shiny guy staring down or up at the world below my feet. At twenty-two, I had already explored many options in this new country, moving from job to job to job in Hog-town, from one factory to another, from day shift to night shift and back again, from day school to night school, until a buddy knocked some sense into my head by telling me to get a license and my own taxi. This was not the job that I had dreamed of, but it was a job that would give me independence, and it suited my natural roving nature. I knew that this had been quite a come down from what I had dreamed to do but it was a step up from the fish market. I was still young and willing to take the fight to those who would keep the doors to this promise land fully sealed to the errant pilgrim.

“Hi, how are you?” I had offered this hooded figure standing in the cold crisp early evening wind.

“I am ok,” she had replied hesitantly as she had quickly looked around, as if to see if anyone else was a potential witness to this scene.

I had stared at her. I had noticed that when she spoke her eyes shone, and her lips curled into a pout. This young woman

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