Juno didn’t get a chance to implement stage one of her plan ’til the following evening,  since the party went on all through the night and the next day. She didn’t leave, even though David took next to no notice of her. She just sat around holding on to her idea while everybody else grooved and jumped in and out of the pool, and at one stage she missed Jackson so much that she almost turned herself into Jock again.

But the day ended and folks started drifting off. David had to go play someplace and didn’t ask her to come with him, so Juno soon sat under her starry dome all alone. She couldn’t help suspecting that she would’ve been sitting here by herself anyhow, even if he’d been free. High time for the plan. Time to call on Joni.

Right away Juno recognized the place where she found Joni. She was in Winnipeg, in the Fourth Dimension coffee house. Crossing the border seemed to be Joni’s thing these days. So she’d returned to Canada, which Juno had no objections to. The further away the better.

Joni wasn’t playing. She was sitting in the packed audience, and a minute later a young woman near her felt the sudden need to get up and go home without saying good-bye to her boyfriend, who forgot all about her for the rest of the night. It was the end of a promising relationship. Juno took the free seat as Ry, the nerdy kid she’d first met that long-ago night on Linda’s veranda, and this time cherished the lack of attention.

Onstage there obviously was a guy with a guitar. He didn’t seem sure what do with his long limbs nor where to look and kept on stroking his infant sideburns as he said, ‘Okay, this next song is a song by Ian Tyson. It’s called Four Strong Winds.’

’Course it was, thought Juno. Nothing had changed up here. But then the guy launched into the song, and as his fingers touched the strings every part of his body fell into place and in his dark eyes there was nothing but the most tightly packed endlessness which filled the stage, filled the room and Juno’s head and heart and the whole world. Despite the singer’s oddly squeaky voice the rock-hard hairs on the back of her neck told her that it was the best rendition of still the best song she’d ever heard.

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