Chapter NineDressed in skinny, stretchy khaki jeans and a Jaws movie poster tee-shirt with a splash of red across the front, Timothie sat on the edge of his bed and pulled on his white Converse high tops. He yawned hugely, meandered into the kitchen, and plugged in the electric kettle. Next, he sipped on a cup of black coffee and checked on the cell his appointments for the day. Paula had reminded him of the lunch date with Reginald at one – as though he could forget. His first appointment was with Starr from Sapphire Designs down on Alberta Avenue, the woman with the rainbow extensions. He wondered if she wanted them removed and how her conference had gone with designers from across the continent. Paula had made her appointment, too. Then nothing until eleven o'clock, a simple haircut for
