I know what you’re thinking. I had seen Jackson outside during daylight hours before. While this is true, I was also confident that every time I saw him outside, clouds covered the sun. I could be confident of this because it was overcast and raining pretty much all the time in Eastern Newfoundland. I had never seen him in direct sunlight. He had called in sick to school a few times already that year and I was nearly 100% certain that each time the sun shone bright.
While dining in the fabulous, downhome splendour of the island’s favourite pizza chain—which amounted to booths with worn-leather seats and a couple of fake potted plants—the jovial waitress asked us if we wanted to start with an order of garlic fingers.
“Yes!” I nearly screamed at the woman. I had tried garlic fingers—basica
