The word from the street
TONY
“Didn’t your mother teach you to excuse yourself when you burped and there were other folks there?”
PHILIP
“Maybe, what’s it to you?”
TONY
“Just checking. ”
PHILIP
“All right, she did.”
TONY
“So … ”
PHILIP
“So, excuuuse me.”
TONY
“Now that’s better.”
PHILIP
“Can we not discuss this anymore?”
TONY
“C’mon Phil, I’m just trying to help you with your manners.”
PHILIP
“Thank you for your help, Mr. Clemens.”
It’s likely that Tony had spoken to Jenna from time to time. And he would have been shocked to know she’s gone. That she was mother to a five-year old and was expecting another child would have particularly upset him. Rest in peace, Jenna Morrison.
Over the years, Tony faced danger near the Sterling-Dundas intersection where Jenna died. Here’s two instances:
https://homelessmanspeaks.com/2007/06/12/the-good-samaritan
https://homelessmanspeaks.com/2009/06/25/that-road-not-taken
PHILIP
“We haven’t told a story about when you were a kid for a long time. Can you remember something that happened when you were — I don’t know — ten years old?”
TONY
“Well, I remember looking for my Mom in Riverdale Park. That would have been 1959, I think. She was threatening that she would was going to kill herself after a big argument with my Dad. She even took a pairing knife with her.”
PHILIP
“What happened?”
TONY
“Oh, she came home.”
Homeless Man Speaks 