Volume 1, No. 1

Ten Dollar Conscience / Williams ... 2

She didn't consider herself sappy. Quite the contrary. She was an adventurer in life's busy currents in her own small way. There were loved ones, none the less, who would frown on the fact she had been hit up twice for hand outs en route to her conference.
First there was the young man, on SkyTrain, with bright blue eyes and soiled clothes, who looked like he'd crawled out from under a car and a long night's labor. He had so obviously needed the coke he bummed a loonie for that the pleasure of his cavalier promise to 'buy you one next time' was payment. She was a sucker for bright eyes. She knew that. So long as she felt safe she saw no harm in it and found it impossible to muster guilt in the face of her husband's downstairs pin ups.
She was less sure how she felt about the woman who anxiously fretted at her over being short on her fare to Nainamo. It seemed genuine enough at the time, her