And yes, she had glanced with her sharp peripheral right eye at the small group of men, shirtless in the November heat wave, attentive to the metal. Hammers, handsaws, clangs echoing the alleyway, the guys no shirts no shoes, all in shorts, sparks in the night watch. Yes, Vivienne Pink snapped a few snaps of the scene, as she walked on by.
Alexi said, “I was trying to finish up my car door art piece. You held up that camera of yours, you never stopped walking, not actually. I had my welder’s mask on.”
“That was you? I saw some beard around the edges of that guy.”
“I went to Gus the Other Barber before I flew. Hot towel shave.”
She lived a five-minute walk from his welding shop. They had both boarded in Toronto, on a KLM flight to Amsterdam. Ended up in the same hotel, The Owl, where sh
