Volume 1, No. 1

Ten Dollar Conscience / Williams ... 10

the corner.
She was hungry, but nothing offered by the row of transit cafes appealed to her. The people sitting in the nearest one, on high stools, looked out on the little bit of captive park in the arms of the city and made animated conversation, read books or stared out over steaming cappuccinos.
She had barely given the girl enough for one of those.
Why had she been so stingy? What was $3 and spare change toward a ticket to Toronto? It had to cost at least $100 dollars. If she had given her the $10 she would be more comfortable getting on with her life now.
'I've a $10 conscience,' Lynn thought, grimly.
She headed for Sky Train wanting to convince herself she would have done the whole fairy godmother bit and been proud of it if she'd known the girl's story to be genuine. If she hadn't just run up a visa bill. If she didn't