“My dad owns every law firm in this province,” the lawyer’s daughter laughed after ramming her brand-new Tesla into my old Subaru

of donors, board members, lawyers, wives in silk, husbands in custom suits, all of them enjoying the relief of watching someone lower in their invisible pecking order get knocked off balance. Laughter like that is never about the joke. It is a vote. A little civic ceremony of cruelty. I tasted copper where the inside of my cheek had caught my teeth continue reading …