Pauline will be reading from “No Poverty Between the Sheets” at the Bobcaygeon Seniors Centre at 2 pm on Sunday, April 10.
In the meantime, here’s a very short excerpt from her book, to give you a taste:
It was a dismal October evening when I lined up three of Father’s sawhorses in our newly built detached garage. They hadn’t just finished the house that summer, but had built a garage too. I was chatting away to my pretend horses, and my body bucked when my Da cleared his throat.
“Who are you talking to?” he asked.
I replied, “My horse.”
“Your what? Never mind, it’s time for your dinner,” he said.
I watched him scratching his noggin when I followed him to the house.
My Mother referred to my Father as “the Lord and Master.” He was the boss. She would say, “He’s the King, and I’m the Queen. He messes and I clean.” During tea “the Lord and Master” announced, “Pauline and I are going out on Saturday to see if we can find her a horse. I’ll have no child of mine talking to herself.”
My Mother said nothing, but stood up and walked over to the closet, opened the doors, and started talking.
He said, “Who are you talking to?”
She said, “My fur coat.”