Chapter Five
Thursday November 30, 2017
Sunday November 30, 2014 wasn’t like today. Today it is very cold and there’s snow on the ground. Three years ago, on this date, was one of the last times I saw Paula. The weather that day was a few degrees above ten degrees Celsius and there was only frost on the ground until mid-morning. I had gone for breakfast with Sarah in the morning, received my disability cheque (as did Paula), and went out for a walk to celebrate the fine weather of the day. It had been a hot year, and the end of November was no different.
When I got back from my walk Paula was sitting on the step at the front door and she grabbed my attention. “Vic, I need to talk to you,” she said. I asked her what the matter was. I thought it was going to be a story about how I had bec
