81. Depression

Walking home from the picket line had seemed like a brilliant idea – but today, stupid things seemed to happen. And now, her ankle was throbbing. Pulling herself up she winced and looked at the depression she had made in the snow.

Hobbling she made her way to a nearby bench.

He wouldn’t recognize her. Not today, or any other day that she looked like this. Her blond hair was gone and she looked different the accent was hard she had to force herself to say ‘eh’ and sound Canadian.

Shudder. She hated sounding French Canadian. She liked sounding like a Parisian.