Sunlight spilled into the jade bowl, giving it an almost iridescent glow. Out the window I could see the school across the field and the men replacing shingles on Mary’s house next door. They made a game of aiming the pieces toward the industrial garbage bin positioned halfway down her driveway. Even with the window shut I could hear them shouting "two points" and "he shoots he scores" every time a shingle made it in. Occasionally, a piece would ricochet off the edge of the container and land on Mary’s favourite Pilgrim roses. They didn’t seem to care, if they even noticed at all.