Volume 1, No. 1

Ten Dollar Conscience / Williams ... 5

The girl launched into what felt like a half-gelled spiel. "I have a cousin -- still have a cousin -- said I could come live with him in Vancouver. Didn't tell me he was a heroine addict. I want to get back to Toronto but I haven't got the fare." She fumbled with an ordinary looking silver dropper in one ear. "I could sell you my earrings."
"No, that's okay." Lynn felt her forehead growing worried. This wasn't comfortable. She fumbled around in her fanny pack, loath to put down anything. Her body had a tingling feeling, as if she was doing something dangerous although she was not the least afraid of the girl, standing there in the open in the midst of such plenty, motionless in the bustle of the transit all around them taking people somewhere. If they could pay the fare. Had she eaten recently? She looked well. Maybe she was raising money for the cousin, not to get away from him. What if she didn't earn enough this way?