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Teaser Tuesday-Fortune Cookie

By Tightrope Books | June 29th, 2010 | Print This Post | Email This Post | Leave a Comment

This week’s Teaser Tuesday is from Heather Wood‘s novel, Fortune Cookie, the self-deprecating and humorous diary of twenty-four year old Robin Cory during the turbulent year of 1989. The following excerpt is the entry for July 27th, and was selected due to its resonances with all of the G-20 drama that Toronto, and the rest of the country have seen in the past few weeks.

Thursday, July 27th

Lucy, Donna, Denise and I went to the demonstration with Reagan. I’d never been to one before. Reagan, of course, is an old demonstration pro and she came ready for action. She brought extra cigarettes, cardboard signs and a huge backpack filled with water bottles, munchies and Band-Aids. My sign said, “Keep Your Laws Off My Body” on one side and “Mon corps, ma decision,” on the other.
The demonstration turned out to be a lot of fun. I couldn’t believe how many people showed up. Women kept arriving and arriving. There were a few men too. (Denise waved at the cute ones.) We were given handouts with chants and slogans on them. “Two, four, six, eight, we’re the ones who ovulate” was my favourite. Reagan kept bugging me to cheer more loudly. She said there was no point in being quiet at a protest. She cracked us all up when she explained that in the recent American demos, women were chanting, “Bush…Bush…Get out of mine.”
Somewhere along the marching route, we saw a hideous man in an undershirt and too-tight shorts. He was shrieking from a third-floor balcony. I couldn’t hear what he was shouting, but I could tell it wasn’t good. Reagan said to ignore him. Donna couldn’t help herself, though. “I hope no woman ever sleeps with you again!” she screamed. We marched and chanted for a couple of hours. I wasn’t tired when we were done–in fact I felt wide awake. I didn’t want the evening to end, so I suggested we all toast our successful demonstration. While we were carrying cases of beer back to the house, I asked Reagan if our protest would make the judges and the politicians change their minds.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she said.
“I support the cause and everything,” Sam said, “but the sign isn’t going back up. I don’t want any crazies ringing our doorbell.”
I put a “Chantal a droit a son choix” sign in the front window this morning. Sam took it down while I was at work.
“I don’t want to attract weirdos, either. But I don’t see what the big deal is. You’ve got a Che Guevara poster in the upstairs window.”
“Nobody ever notices my poster,” said Sam.

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