Wednesday, November 19th Nanaimo, BC
Gloria watched as the heavily laden trucks rolled off the ferry at Duke Point, just south of Nanaimo. She liked the looks of "Townsend Foods" in the big black lettering on the sides. For the last two months, she had purchased warehouses in Port Hardy, Campbell River, Comox, Port Alberni, Nanaimo of course, Duncan and Victoria. The island is just under 600 kilometres, tip to tip, with 750,000 people. That may change, she thought to herself. No one dared venture a guess what the net difference would be after everything settled down. No taxes would be incredibly attractive, but, being a part of the United States would be equally attractive.
"How am I supposed to plan for numbers that we can’t calculate?" she had asked the others. They told her she had their full confidence. "Thanks," she’d said, "but I’d rather have your crystal ball." So, she did what she thought was enough, and then she did more. She had moved most of the surplus inventory over from her mainland stores – not only food products, but paper products and dry goods as well. No one had questioned her decisions, not that they ever did. People seemed to be shopping more, stocking up a bit more, since Saskatchewan had become a state. Quebec had voted Yes, and now New Brunswick too.
Gloria thought back to her childhood days. She grew up on the Atlantic. Different than the Pacific. Older, steeped in the fishing industry, fished out now. She had deep affection for New Brunswick. "It will be a loss," she said.
"What was that ma’am?"
"Nothing Eric – never mind." Gloria watched as her young worker finished unloading the truck. He swung the fork-lift around and moved the pallets of canned corn to the back of the warehouse.