CHAPTER 30
Lary stands outside Arrivals in Toronto International Airport. Fidgety, she stuffs a stick of spearmint gum in her mouth and adjusts the spaghetti strap of her new peach shift, compliments of Roger. She smells her left armpit. It’s always sweatier than the right for some reason.
Pacing back and forth, she yanks at the thong stuck in her bum. She tosses another stick of gum in her mouth. Glancing down at her cream Espadrilles borrowed from Pumpkin’s closet, she almost trips over a running three-year-old in full pursuit of an escaped Weimaraner.
I have to pee. Frantically, she stares at the clock, realizing there is only ten minutes before his plane puts down. Rushing for the nearest washroom half a football field away, she dashes in the door, finds an empty stall, yanks up her
