Halifax

Lisa’s friend drove us back to the hotel from Word on the Street in Halifax. The beautiful daughter told us that in the 16th century women wore platform shoes. Someone was honking a horn behind us. To keep their dresses from hanging in the mud. We were going to get ice cream and cookies, and we would break the cookies over the ice cream. There was the honking again.
Eventually, Lisa’s friend pulled over to the right lane, and the honking car slid up beside us, and a woman and man in the front of the car, both leaned towards our car, pointing, “There’s a book!” Lisa’s book was sitting on the roof of the car; the daughter had put it there in the parking lot.