It was what Dustin’s father would have called a cruel joke of circumstance that had Dustin standing out by himself in front of the beer tent. If his alarm clock hadn’t failed to go off that morning, resulting in Dustin being later than he was supposed to be, then he would have had time to go to the bank before they’d arrived. If the car beside their cab on the way to Nicolae’s hadn’t decided to make a last minute lane change, cutting off the driver and making him miss the first exit, neither Dustin nor Jewel would have said not to bother turning back so they could stop at the automated teller on the corner of Croix and Steeles. If Shyla hadn’t slunk covertly up beside Dustin as he sat on the floor and played with Malachi, expertly stealing away everything except a single bite from the toas
