I had been careful with my footsteps as Yonge Street was quite slippery last evening when a First Nations woman saw me. She was lost and asked, “Where is the Eaton’s Centre?”
“The Eaton’s shopping mall? If that’s the case, then you’re in the wrong direction.” She was heading north towards her home, North Bay. I told her she had to go south, the way I was going.
“Okay, thank you!” she said with gratitude. She was intending to say farewell, but it just so happened that we were both now