What were your childhood memories with Queb like?
“Frenchie…? Well, assuming you only want the ones that kept us best friends-” Aislynn smiled fondly, recalling the old days. “There was bakery we both loved- they’d set food out on the windowsill to cool. Queb would go up and take them while they were still hot, I’d leave some money where they’d been, and we’d go have a picnic on a hill beside the St Laurent. Then we’d go swimming, or play tag, or climb trees - which he taught me how to do, or we’d just sit and watch the clouds. Sometimes he turned out to be my steed, giving me piggyback rides though it. We called it the Province of Two Canadas…it was our special place where political troubles weren’t allowed to infiltrate.
On colder nights we’d sit by a fire, in a blanket, drinking any hot drink we could get our hands on. Sometimes we’d fall asleep there, wake up in the morning tangled together and under those sometimes scratchy blankets. Sometimes we’d be able to stay awake long enough to make it into bed.”
She giggled. “I don’t think any of our cities realized exactly how close we were, even though we were always together. I think they focused more on the nonstop bickering that kept happening than the friendship that unveiled all those possible snippy little comebacks. It was sorta exciting with them not knowing, too… Our own little secret.”