CHAPTER 67
Two hours after walking Timex, Lary steps briskly from her apartment building, heading south down Yonge Street, watching out for ice patches. She is on her way to Jangles pub at the corner of Yonge and Summerhill.
Old wet snow crusts alongside the sidewalk. The air feels damp and chilled. What is it Dudley used to call it? Butt-freezing cold. The Dude. Can’t wait to tell him about Boris and Zdenka. He’ll love this one! She grins.
Twenty minutes later Lary is nestled on a stool at an old pine bar, her knees just touching the blue jeans of her long-lost lover boy, Half-Smile the Under Forty. He wears a V-neck blue sweater. She longs to touch the small scar on his cheek from a long-ago motorcycle accident. He sips an imported German beer; she a glass of Beaujolais.
His eyes shi
