Sept 9, 1988
Cheryl walked out of A&B Sound, eyes focused on the pavement, trying to calculate when she would be able to buy the CD player; at age 27, employed full time, it seemed unreasonable she couldn’t afford such a necessary purchase.
She rounded the corner at Dunsmuir, still distracted by her financial woe, and walked right into someone, full body flush, coming from the opposite direction; Cheryl’s chin hit the man’s shoulder and as she pulled away, a mis-timed deep breath took in his unpleasant body odour.
Startled, Cheryl gave her head a shake, then looked up, meeting the gaze of the young man into whom she had collided; his red eyes stared directly back into hers and in silence they both realized they knew each other. But before she could smile, before she could say anything, Reggie, Cheryl’s best friend from grade 7 to grade 9, turned right, pushing through heavy metals doors that slammed shut behind him.
Cheryl sat down on a nearby wooden bench, tired from her surprise journey to 1975, and after glancing back to read the name of the building, Union Gospel Mission – men’s kitchen and shelter, she dropped her head down against her chest and began to cry.