She legged it, and for a moment silence reigned. Then Bobbie said, “Phew!” and I agreed that “Phew!” was the mot juste.

He was the last person a nerve-racked trader wanted to see.

I will roare you, and 'twere any Nightingale.

The family moved about—Hamilton, Mississauga, Jane and Weston Road. That's when my whole life switched from the good guy to the bad guy, he says now. Right here in this city. The first day of school, I learned how to spit. Shoot the boots.