Bloor Line, sensibly dressed.

Caucasian woman, mid 30s, with brown hair pulled back into tight ponytail, wearing glasses, houndstooth black and gray coat, black work slacks, sensible black shoes with solid heel, and a silver thumb ring.

The Memory Keeper's Daughter, Kim Edwards (Penguin)

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Yet the experience had left her changed, in ways both large and small. She laughed more and took more time off work. She’d started volunteering on weekends on Habitat houses; while building a house in eastern Kentucky she had met a warm, ruddy, fun-loving man, a minister recently widowed. His name was Ben.

When she was eleven she constructed a fanciful game for herself hammering nails into the planks of the wooden fence dividing her yard from her neighbour's. She used nails from her father's toolbox and when those were out she started pulling nails from the back half of the neighbouring fence to the other side of yard. When that threatened to fall in, she started pulling nails from the inside wall of the tool shed. Each morning, while her mother took her morning power walk, she resumed her efforts, the fence uselessly bejeweled while the family car prepared for the worst.