Behind the scenes
Pat’s name popped up on my phone for the fifth time that week, and I just stared at the screen while
At twenty-six, I had become the last unmarried woman in my family. Every birthday dinner came with the
“Could Maisie stay at the cottage while we’re away?” Jean folded the tea towel into a neat square before
Mark had been down on the garage floor with Gus all morning, rubbing the old lab’s ears while he pretended
The night of my senior prom, I walked into the Hilton ballroom with my grandfather, Leo, and about half
My phone rang a little before eleven—a number I didn’t recognize. I almost didn’t answer. Friday nights
The first time Evan called Natalie “Toronto’s richest new teacher,” she laughed. The second time, she
Michael Bennett was clearing snow from the entrance of a municipal depot when his phone rang.
On the morning of the first snowfall, Mark stood in front of my refrigerator holding a glass container
Evan chose Sunday night because he believed difficult conversations should happen when no one had anywhere to be.