Small observations
“There are no lines on the road.”
“What?” I ask.
Michael cocks his head and adjusts his hold on the bag of charcoal.
“There are no lines on the road. That’s what I’ve noticed since we got back.”
“There have never been lines on the road.”
“Yeah, but I just noticed it. There are lines on the road in Ontario.”
“There’s money in Ontario.”
“But how are people supposed to drive around here? There are literally no lines on the road. I just got off Campbell Drive and it’s an asphalt free-for-all. No lines.”
“There have never been lines.”
“Once there were lines.”
“Yeah, I suppose there were.”
“I don’t understand why there aren’t any lines.”
“That’s what poverty does. Personal poverty sends you to school without a new coat; provincial poverty can’t afford regular maintenance.”
“Yeah, I guess. We gotta move.”
“Uh-huh.”
“To a place with lines.”
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