It was getting late on Saturday afternoon. The chief dignitary at our event, the lieutenant governor of Ontario, had moved on to her next appointment. Most of the remaining dignitaries had left too. Only the volunteers were left cleaning up and chatting with us hangers-on. Suddenly a car pulled up and a couple emerged.
“Has the event already happened?” the woman asked. “Have they unveiled the sculpture?”
“The sculpture of Maud?” I repeated. “Yes, they have.”
“We’ve come a long way,” she said.
“Don’t worry. Just about everybody’s gone,” I said. “But the sculpture’s not going anywhere. She’s just waiting for you.” [more…]