Volume 1, No. 1

Ten Dollar Conscience / Williams ... 8

As if the girl would care.
On the far side of the park, across another busy street, Lynn turned back.
The girl with the cardboard sign around her neck was still standing there. She looked frail and small, framed in time by passing cars, unchanged.
'If she was my daughter,' Lynn thought. 'She could call me from any place, any time. I would get the fare to her.'
She should have asked the girl if she had any one in Toronto.
As if she would not have thought of calling him or her collect if such a person existed.
A man went by with an armload of flowers in see-through wrap, chatting to his stylish wife in an animated way about holiday plans. The woman wore high heels.
Lynn's feet were tired of pounding city streets. If she kept moving she would not be late.