I replaced the Book of the Knot and scurried to the cash registers.
The beginning of the end of Brie and me came on a blazing hot day early in the August of the summer we spent together. Brie and I decided to meet up in the Annex, close to her place. I’d just met up with her, and she was on her roller skates gliding comfortably next to me on the Bloor Street sidewalk. Brie wore a pair of her mother’s old blue roller skates that she’d found buried deep in a closet. They were worn and tattered and had chipped wheels, but she never went anywhere without them and was comfortable enough on them to scoot around people, transition quickly and expertly, and then skate backwards in front of me at times.
We could hear them coming before we saw them. Ahead of us, the crowds parted on the wide sidew
