Flocked

She was to do me a favor to, and help me love the sunrise. Impossible, I told her, but she insisted, and so persisted even as the weeks dragged on and I in my obstinate ways settled into a new work routine that gave me an excuse to be around the Old Port of Montreal. Hortus and I served coffee together for Alain, and though I was seven years the seventeen year old’s senior, I could not hope to match his acumen in serving Génoise et Thé's special, the masala chai. The doctor and the curator were both impressed, and meanwhile Dawn refused to even take a sip. Poison, she said, and pushed it away. That child is a dangerous one. Even after we spent the rest of the sunlight hours together, exploring Montreal and enjoying some classic Schwartz smoked meat, I could not understand why she was suspicious of my coworker, the one so reminiscent of Ancra, or why she forgave my early lie of being busy on Sundays so easily.