And then I remembered an important event. It happened at a funeral in St. Paul’s chapel for a twenty-four-year-old prostitute who had overdosed in her Gastown hotel room. The small chapel was half full, and very quiet. There were a couple of fresh flower arrangements in front of the cheap, closed coffin. Most of the congregation were other prostitutes dressed in their working clothes, and a few pimps. One woman apologized to Brother Tim for having nothing black to wear, except for lingerie and a leather miniskirt.
At home Frank and I are mutually sympathetic to the obligation to face one another and speak loudly; or, when we are away, to supply each other with new batteries when we forget them; but we have no defence against the independent wandering behaviour of our hearing aids. They are always someplace else. I probably have spent one percent of my life, close to a whole year, looking for the damned things.
The Boss lady wants the Wississauga Cable TV Community News team to loosen up, play the field and put on a show—the second installment of Hal Niedzviecki's new novel, The Archaeologists, serialized in Geist and four other Canadian literary magazines.
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Notes & Dispatches from KELLY BOUCHARD, DAYNA MAHANNAH and ERNIE KROEGER; New fiction by KATE CAYLEY; Feature essays from JOSEPH PEARSON and JEROME STUEART; Poetry by EVELYN LAU and EM DIAL, and much more!
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