She kept the key. She kept the teacup. She kept the ledger with its new column. She grew older and busier and kinder in ways that couldn’t be tallied. When snow muffled the city and made it easier to hear your own breath, she would sometimes walk the river and press her palm to the rail. She could hear, faint as a radio station, the bustle of The Dirty — the small human noise of lives being attended to, not erased.
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The first person to disappear was Trevor Pinch, a nineteen-year-old with a mullet and a habit of stealing catalytic converters. He was last seen walking toward Shareen’s property on a Tuesday, allegedly to ask if she wanted her rusted-out Ford Festiva hauled away. He never returned. The cops shrugged—teenagers left Lethbridge all the time, chasing work in Fort McMurray or stupor in Vancouver.
Lethbridge doesn’t talk about her much anymore. The wind still blows. The geese still come. But every now and then, an old-timer will nod toward the north side, toward the bungalow that was razed and turned into a community garden, and they’ll say: “Look at those tomatoes. Look how red. That’s the Dirty’s doing.”
By 2023, had evolved into a rotating collective of artists, misfits, and activists calling themselves The Dirty Few (a play on Lethbridge’s prestigious “The Few” old-money social club). Bartley was the unofficial leader. The group’s manifesto, scrawled on a napkin and photocopied at the Lethbridge Public Library, read: “We show what the chamber of commerce won’t. We are the stain on the white tablecloth. We are The Dirty.”
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“Why are you here?” she asked the boy while he spooned.