Beyond the vista, there was a small cardboard box with a transistor in it.
 Don’t fly back, he’d said.
 By hate, I mean a strong attraction.
 In place of Canada, they’d inserted “My Private Ontario.”
 Beneath the mug shot, he’d attached a wad of gum and a toothpick of the Canadian flag.
 When the time came, she was on the toilet leafing through the bible and underlining all the instances where she’d thought of the word humpback.