That's me on the left.
Heather is in the middle and Wendy is on the right.
They lived 2 doors down and were my earliest friends.
As I was working on this picture I started to smell their house.
It smelled friendly and comfortable, like toast.
Other memories of three little girls who were loved and protected
surfaced as I sat at my drawing table.
But I was also aware of the shadow that was looming over us that day.
It got into bed with me later and I tossed and turned for hours reliving ugly
events that I still don't like to think about.
In those days divorce was illegal and very rare in Canada.
Their father took his new wife to Ohio in the USA and raised a second
The girls and their mother eventually moved away from Merritton
when I was about 10.
It was the beginning of the end of my childhood.