Eleven
Deep Thoughts
The diner is packed with crew members and residents alike. Benny is holding court, Amalie with baby Sativa in her arms tucked in a booth, looking on adoringly at her partner as he regales his new coworkers with sordid tales from the Alberta farm fields and, of course, Vancouver’s chic downtown drunks.
My cheeks warm when the conversation pivots to his stories about the Fairmont, but upon our eyes meeting across the crowd, he winks once, as if to reassure me he has no plans of telling them about the many, many hours I spent decorating that bar.
I think Benny is so happy to be here with a good-paying gig on an island full of like-minded people that he wouldn’t dare bite the hand that feeds him.
Speaking of hands, Dr. Stillson makes use of his as we move through the
