CHAPTER 53
November is the dreariest month in Toronto. Leftover tacky Halloween decorations are tangled up in store windows with too-early tacky Christmas ones. The sun is out for approximately ten minutes each day. Cold rain mixes with snow, drizzling down inside the back of your coat. Your ears are cold. Your feet are wet. Your nose runs.
Lary is relieved to have somewhere to go every day. So far, she has had unfaithful spouses to spy on, a wife suspected of being an online prostitute, a woman who thinks her lover is cheating on her with her brother, and a lost Russian wolfhound.
She picks up the dog leash from the hook, whistling to the terrier to follow. Soon she and Timex are wandering through the little downtown park across from her office building.
Timex, wearing his Scottish ta
