Toronto was not the obvious place for a school reunion, and the mix of people at the party was most peculiar. I saw JD, but where was JT, for example? And what were AB and HS doing there?
NP was similarly unimpressed. She grabbed my hand and took me to the converted cellars. TPR followed on the promise of a ‘gym’. Here we found a council worker supervising a disco. The music was good, but since the clientele comprised deprived 10 and 11 year-olds from the inner cities, we felt it inappropriate to take to the dancefloor.