After the Saskatchewan River Incident, I wasn’t Mommy’s little girl anymore. I watched her at a distance. I didn’t tell her things. It was like living in a lion cage with a long bench between the two of us.
She didn’t know that I walked home from Garneau Junior High at lunchtime to read novels and watch Petticoat Junction on TV. I made grilled cheese san…
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