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a thumb-nail and some were a foot long. Recently, a giant trilobite was found near the shores of Hudson Bay, a monster measuring 70 centimetres—that’s two feet, four inches. Ugly but adaptable creatures, trilobites, and obliging with their remains. A head with bulging eyes, a thorax, a tail of sorts; a little three-part life that once was. Tom loves them, and so we all love them.
     
    “So what!” says Christine when I confront her with a bent cigarette that I found in the pocket of her winter parka. “So why were you going through my parka anyway?”
    “I was putting it in the washer and so I checked the pockets.”
    “I’m not addicted, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
    “That is what I’m worried about, yes.”
    “Well, I’m not. I’ve just had a few. With friends.”
    “When I was pregnant with you, Chris, I never had a drop of wine for nine months. I never took so much as an aspirin. I drank three glasses of milk, every day, and you know I hate milk.”
    “Wow! You were a real martyr to the cause of motherhood.”
    “I wanted you to be healthy.”
    “So you could lay a guilt trip on me when I got older.”
    “I just hoped—”
    “No wonder Norah—” She stopped herself.

    No wonder Norah left home. I looked into her stricken face and could read the words she had come so close to engraving on the air.
    “It’s all right,” I said, gathering her in my arms.
    “I hate smoking anyway,” she whispered. “It was just something to do.”
     
    “Sooo-ooo-oo!”
    That’s what people say when they are about to introduce a narrative into the conversation or when they are clearing a little space so that you can begin a story yourself. It can be sung to different tunes, depending on the circumstances.
    “So!”
    That’s usually the first word uttered when I sit down to have coffee with Sally Bachelli and Annette Harris and Lynn Kelly. So! Meaning, here we are again at the Orange Blossom Tea Room. We’re the Orangetown coffee “lie-dies” getting together on a Tuesday morning. What’s new? So! So is like the oboe, signalling the A pitch to the strings. So, where do we go from here?
    Aside from Emma Allen, and Gwen Reidman, with whom I’m rather out of touch, these three—Sally, Annette, Lynn—are my closest friends. We are all about the same age but are wildly different in size. Sally is a large woman, queenly. She has a round mouth in a round face and wearsthick, round, plastic-rimmed eyeglasses. A former actress who now runs an after-school drama group, she’s brilliant with accents: Scottish, German, East Indian; she can do anything. Even her shoulders are theatrical, even her elbows and wrists. Her clothes, which she designs and makes herself, are extraordinary in their roomy, fluttering, brightly coloured and gathered shapes.
    “So,” says Lynn Kelly, who wears matched pantsuits in muted tones with department store jewellery and flat shoes. She is the shortest of us, under five foot and very wiry. How she produced two children from those tiny hips is a mystery. She has large hair, though, to make up for lack of body size, thick, dark, luxurious hair all in a tangle. Every sentence she utters seems to have a full stop attached. She was born and educated in North Wales.
    Annette Harris came to Orangetown from Toronto, and before that from Jamaica. When she says the word so , she makes a circle of it. Of all of us, she has the best figure, a model’s figure, slim-waisted, deep-breasted, wonderful legs, and beautiful hands. She dresses with austerity except for her collection of handmade silver bracelets and earrings. I met Annette in the writers’ group I once belonged to. She was writing poetry in those days, and still is. Her book Lost Things was published a year ago and has done very well. She gave a reading in Toronto, and people were fighting to get in.

    So, what do the four of us talk about as we gather at the Orange Blossom Tea Room? We never think about the aboutness

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