He immediately grabbed me in a massive hug and I have to admit it was a bit of a comfort. He told me his name was Colby Fortin with a lovely French lilt and he said he’d been waiting for me for a long time. We walked together, out of the museum, toward a park that looked onto the river. He told me he was a firefighter and his wife was from the West Indies, and while she loved Montreal, … Continue reading The Door – Part Two