17I drove from Swansea to the Yonge and St. Clair area, a high-toned district with upscale shops, swanky offices, expensive yet small houses and pricey condos. Charlotte and her husband lived just south of St. Clair and east of Yonge on one of the nicer and quieter streets. I parked near the old cinemas that were due to be torn down and looked for a phone booth. I didn't have a cell phone, hated them, in fact. I could never punch the buttons properly, they were too small and the ringing scared the crap out of me, particularly when I didn't know where the ringing came from. And I didn't want to keep in touch with people, to be frank. I'd rather have control over who got in touch, and when and how rather than be at the beck of anyone at anytime. It just seemed a ridiculous notion.
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