Bloor Line, rolling the inside of her cheek with her tongue.

Caucasian woman, late 40s, with long brown hair--straightened; long, wool coat--twined; and, dark eye shadow--plummed.

I Know This Much Is True, Wally Lamb (HarperCollins)

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When Patty dropped me off at my house, she said she thought she loved me. I thanked her for the ice cream and told her I'd call her the next day--a promise I doubted I'd deliver on, even as I was making it.

The time of year. Walnut chews and shortbread layered inside tins lined with wax paper. Bowls of red and green jelly beans and brightly wrapped chocolates, their contents listed on accordian fold outs. A metallic gold foiled caramel had been her selection, two more pocketed for the ride home. Now she poked her tongue at the bulge in her cheek where she'd bitten, like she was trying to knock dents out of her fender.