Chapter Five
Monday, December 1, 2014
Last February I was in Wal-Mart with my friend Vishal who lived down the street. I met him at the college days after he arrived in Canada from India. His accent was quite thick, but his English had improved in the years we had known each other. He graduated college and moved to British Columbia last May, just after I met Sarah. Before he left, he gave me about four-hundred dollars worth of his clothes that he was unable to take on his flight. Since meeting Sarah, I didn’t get to spend much time with him.
One of the last memorable times we spent together, he was buying groceries and I had nothing to do so I went with him. Months before that, in the fall, just after I moved back from staying with my parents for two weeks, I went grocery shopping with
