The tenth circle, p.31
The Tenth Circle,
p.31
I knew all along that Wass wasnt the one who killed Cane. Cane would have done that, no matter what, all by himself. Some people, they get down in a hole so deep they cant figure out what to hold on to.
And some people, Laura thought, make the choice to let go.
Although it was only two oclock, the sun was already sagging against the horizon. Charles headed back up the steps. I know this place must seem like Mars to you. And that you and me, were about as different as different could be. But I also know what it feels like to lose a child. He turned at the top landing. Dont freeze to death. Wassilied never forgive me.
He left Laura outside, watching the night sky bloom. She found herself lulled by the lack of sound. It was easier than youd think to grow accustomed to silence.
When the Jesuit Volunteers tried to raise Kingurauten Josephs body temperature by cutting off his frozen clothes and covering him with blankets, they found a dove fashioned delicately out of bone, a carving knife, and three hundred dollars in his boot. This was a cash economy, Carl told Trixie. That was Josephs health insurance, wadded up in his sock.
Trixie had just come in from her rotation on the riverbank, and she was still frozen to the core. Why dont you two warm up together? Carl suggested, and he left her watching over the old man.
She didnt mind, actually. While the mushers raced from Tuluksak to Kalskag and Aniak and back, the volunteers were mostly catching some sleep. But Trixie was wide awake; shed slept on the trail with Willie, and her body was all mixed up with jet lag. She remembered how every year when it was time to turn the clocks back, her father would insist that he was going to stay on daylight saving time and keep the extra hour, so that hed get more work done. The problem was, when he took the additional minutes every morning, hed conk out in front of the television earlier at night. Finally hed give in and live on the same schedule as the rest of the world.
She wished her father was here right now.
Ive missed you, he answered, and Trixie whirled around in the dark classroom. Her heart was pounding, but she couldnt see anyone there.
She looked down at Joseph. He had the broad, chiseled features of a Yupik and white hair that was matted down in whorls. His beard stubble glinted silver in the moonlight. His hands were folded over his chest, and Trixie thought they couldnt have looked more different from her fathers-Josephs were blunt and calloused, the tools of a laborer; her fathers were smooth and long fingered and ink stained, an artists.
Aw, Nettie, he murmured, opening his eyes. I came back.
Im not Nettie, Trixie said, moving away.
Joseph blinked. Where am I?
Tuluksak. You nearly froze to death. Trixie hesitated. You got really drunk and passed out on the K300 trail, and a musher quit the race to bring you in here. He saved your life.
Shouldnt have bothered, Joseph muttered.
There was something about Joseph that seemed familiar to Trixie, something that made her want to take a second look at the lines around his eyes and the way his eyebrows arched. You one of those juveniles for Jesus?
Theyre Jesuit Volunteers, Trixie corrected. And no. Im not.
Then who are you?
Well, wasnt that the $64,000 question. Trixie couldnt have answered that if Joseph had held a gun to her head. It wasnt even a matter of giving her name, because that didnt explain anything. She could remember who she used to be-that picture was like an image sealed into a snow globe, one that went fuzzy when she shook it too hard but then, if she held her breath, might see clearly. She could look down at herself now and tell you how surprised she was that she had come this distance, how strange it was to discover that lying came as easily as breathing. What she couldnt put into words was what had happened in between to change her from one person into the other.
Her father used to tell her the story of how, when she was eight, shed awakened in the middle of the night with her arms and legs burning, as if theyd been tugged from their sockets. Its growing pains, hed told her sympathetically, and shed burst into tears, certain that when she woke up in the morning, shed be as big as him.
The amazing thing was, it did happen that quickly. All those mornings in middle school shed spent scrutinizing her chest to see if it had budded the slightest bit, all the practice kisses shed given her bathroom mirror to make sure her nose didnt get in the way on D-day; all the waiting for a boy to notice her-and as it turned out, growing up was just as shed feared. One day when your alarm clock rang, you got up and realized you had someone elses thoughts in your heador maybe just your old ones, minus the hope.
Are you sure youre not Nettie? Joseph said when Trixie didnt answer.
It was the name hed called her before. Who is she?
Well. He turned his face to the wall. Shes dead.
Then chances are pretty good Im not her.
Joseph seemed surprised. Didnt you ever hear about the girl who came back from the dead?
Trixie rolled her eyes. Youre still trashed.
A young girl died, Joseph replied, as if she hadnt spoken at all, but she didnt know it. All she knew is that she went on a journey and reached a village. Her grandmother was at the village, too, and they lived together there. Every now and then, they went to another village, where the girls father would give her fur parkas. What she didnt know was that he was really giving them to her namesake, the girl whod been born just after his daughter had died.
Joseph sat up gingerly, sending a potent wave of alcohol fumes toward Trixie. One day, they were going home from that other village, and the girls grandmother said shed forgotten some things. She asked the girl to go get them. She told her that if she came to a fallen evergreen tree, even though it might look like she could go under it or around it, she had to go over it instead.
Trixie folded her arms, listening in spite of her best intentions.
The girl backtracked to the village, and sure enough, she came to a fallen tree. She tried to do what her grandmother had told her, but when she climbed over it she tripped, and that was the last thing she remembered. She couldnt figure out the way back to her grandmother, and she started to cry. Just then, a man from the village came out of the qasgiq and heard weeping. He followed the noise and saw the girl who had died years ago. He tried to grab on to her, but it was like holding only air.
Of course, Trixie thought. Because the more you changed, the less of you there was.
The man rubbed his arms with food, and then he could grab her, even when the girl fought him. He carried her into the qasgiq, but they kept rising off the floorboards. An elder rubbed the girl with drippings from a seal oil lamp, and then she was able to stand without floating away. They all saw that this girl was the same one who had died. She was wearing the parkas her father had given to her namesake, all those years. And wouldnt you know it, after she came back, her namesake died not long after that. Joseph pulled the blanket up to his chest. She lived to be an old woman, he said. She told people what it had been like in Pamaalirugmiut-the place back there, obscured from their view.
Oh really, Trixie said, not buying a word of the story. Let me guess: There was a white light and harp music?
Joseph looked at her, puzzled. No, she used to say it was dry. People who die are always thirsty. Thats why we send the dead on their way with fresh water. And why, maybe, Im always looking for a little something to wet my throat.
Trixie drew her knees into her chest, shivering as she thought of Jason. Youre not dead.
Joseph sank back down on the mat. Youd be surprised, he said.
Its not too cold to keep me from going for a walk, Aurora Johnson said to Laura in perfect, unaccented English, and she stood there, waiting for Laura to respond, as if shed asked her a question.
Maybe Aurora wanted someone to talk to and didnt know how to ask. Laura could understand that. She got to her feet and reached for her coat. Do you mind company?
Aurora smiled and pulled on a jacket that fell to her knees but managed to zip up over her swollen belly. She stepped into boots with soles as thick as a firemans and headed outside.
Laura fell into step beside her, moving briskly against the cold. It had been two hours since Daniel had left, and the afternoon was pitch-dark now-there were no streetlamps lighting their way, no glow from a distant highway. From time to time the green cast of a television set inside a house would rise like a spirit in the window, but for the most part, the sky was an unbroken navy velvet, the stars so thick you could cut through them with a sweep of your arm.
Auroras hair was brown, streaked with orange. Long tendrils blew out from the edges of her parkas hood. She was only three years older than Trixie, yet she was on the verge of giving birth. When are you due? Laura asked.
My BIB date is January tenth.
BIB date?
Be-in-Bethel, Aurora explained. If you live in the villages and youre pregnant, you have to move into the prematernal home in the city six weeks or so before youre due. That way, the docs have you where they need you. Otherwise, if theres some kind of complication, the medical center has to get the anguyagta to fly in a Black-hawk. It costs the National Guard ten thousand bucks a pop. She glanced at Laura. Do you just have the one? Baby, I mean?
Laura nodded, bowing her head as she thought of Trixie. She hoped that wherever Trixie was now, it was warm. That someone had given her a bite to eat, or a blanket. She hoped that Trixie was leaving markers the way she had learned ages ago in Girl Scouts-a twig broken here, a cairn of rocks there.
Minnies my second mom, you know, Aurora said. I was adopted out. Families are like that here. If a baby dies, your sister or aunt might give you her own. After Cane died, I was born and my mom sent me to be Minnies daughter too. She shrugged. Im adopting out this baby to my biological moms cousin.
Youre just going to give it away? Laura said, shocked.
Im not giving her away. Im making it so shell have both of us.
What about the father? Laura asked. Are you still involved with him?
I see him about once a week, Aurora said.
Laura stopped walking. She was talking to a Yupik girl who was heavily pregnant, but she was seeing Trixies face and hearing Trixies voice. What if Laura had been around when Trixie had met Jason, instead of having her own affair? Would Trixie have ever dated him? Would she have been as crushed when they broke up? Would she have been at Zephyrs house the night of the party? Would she have gotten raped?
For every action, there was an opposite reaction. But maybe you could undo your wrongs by keeping someone else from making the same mistakes of misjudgment. Aurora, Laura said slowly, Id love to meet him. Your boyfriend.
The Yupik girl beamed. Really? Now?
That would be great.
Aurora grabbed her hand and dragged her through the streets of Akiak. When they reached a long, low gray building, Aurora clattered up the wooden ramp. I just need to stop off at the school for a sec, she said.
The doors were unlocked, but there was nobody inside. Aurora flipped on a light switch and hurried into an adjoining room. Laura unzipped her jacket and glanced toward the gymnasium on the right, its polished wooden floors gleaming. If she looked closely, would she still see Canes blood? Could she retrace the steps Daniel had taken all those years ago, when he ran away and into her own life?
Laura was distracted by the sound ofwell, it couldnt be a toilet flushing, could it? She pushed through the door that Aurora had entered, marked Nasak. Aurora was standing in front of a serviceable white porcelain sink with running water. That ones sitting on my bladder, Aurora said, smiling.
Theres plumbing here? Laura glanced around. On the upper lip of the bathroom stall, various items of clothing had been draped: bras and panties, long-sleeved T-shirts, socks.
Just in the school, Aurora said. On any given day, the linell be out the door with girls waiting to wash their hair. This is the only place it wont freeze solid.
She gave Laura a chance to use the facilities-use wasnt really the word as much as relish or give thanks for-and then they struck outside again. Does your boyfriend live far away? Laura asked, wondering what might happen if Daniel returned to find her missing.
Hes just over that hill, Aurora said, but as they crested the rise, Laura didnt see any homes at all. She followed Aurora inside a picket fence, careful to stay on the trodden path instead of hiking through the drifts that were hip-high. In the dark, it took her a moment to realize that they were walking to the far end of a tiny cemetery, one scattered with white wooden crosses that were almost entirely buried in snow.
Aurora stopped at a cleared grave. A name was engraved on the wooden cross: ARTHUR M. PETERSON, June 5, 1982-March 30, 2005. He was mushing, but it was the end of March, and he went through the ice. His lead dog chewed through the lead and came to our house. I knew the minute I saw the dog that something was wrong, but by the time we got to the river, Art and the sled had both gone under. She faced Laura. Three days later I found out I was pregnant.
Im so sorry.
Dont be, Aurora said, matter-of-fact. He was probably drinking when he went out on the trail, like usual. As she spoke, though, she leaned down and gently swept the cross clean of its most recent dusting of snow.
Laura turned away to give Aurora privacy and saw one other grave that had been carefully cleared. In front of the marker was a collection of ivory-full mammoth tusks and partial ones, some nearly as tall as the wooden cross. On each tusk, numerous flowers had been carved in exquisite detail: roses and orchids and peonies, lupine and forget-me-nots and ladys slippers. It was a garden that had been bleached of its color and none of its beauty, flowers that would never die, flowers that could bloom even in the most inhospitable climate.
She imagined the artist whod crafted these, walking through sleet and hail and ice storms to plant this endless garden. It was exactly the sort of romance and passion she would have expected of Seth, who had tucked poems into the flustered leaves of her date book and the prim mouth of her change purse.
Wistfully, Laura let herself imagine what it was like to be loved that deeply. She envisioned a wooden cross labeled with her own name. She saw someone fighting the elements to bring gifts to her grave. But when she pictured the man weeping over what hed lost, it wasnt Seth.
It was Daniel.
Laura brushed the snow off the marker, wanting to know the identity of the woman who had inspired such devotion.
Oh, I was going to show you that one, Aurora said, just as Laura read the name: ANNETTE STONE. Daniels mother.
Trixie had gone AWOL. She couldnt say why she felt guilty about this, especially since it wasnt like she was really supposed to be working the Tuluksak checkpoint in the first place. She ran beside Willie in the dark, small puffs of her breath leaving a dissipating trail.
As promised, Willie had come back to the school, although Trixie hadnt really expected him to. She had planned to leave his coat behind with one of the volunteers when she got ready to leave-whenever and toward wherever that would be. But Willie had arrived while Trixie was still babysitting Joseph. Hed knelt down on the other side of the snoring old man and shook his head. He knew Joseph-apparently everyone did in an eight-village radius, since Joseph didnt discriminate when it came to where hed go on a bender. The Yupiit called him Kingurauten-Too Late-Joseph because hed promised a woman hed return, only to turn up a week after shed died.
Willie had come to invite Trixie to steam. She didnt know what that meant, but it sounded heavenly after shivering for nearly two days straight. Shed followed Willie, tiptoeing past Joseph, past the sleeping Jesuit Volunteers, and out the front door of the school.
They ran. The night was spread like icing over the dome of the sky; stars kept falling at Trixies feet. It was hard to tell if it was the uncovered beauty of this place that took her breath away, or the seize of the cold. Willie slowed when they came to a narrow road lined with tiny homes. Are we going to your house? Trixie asked.
No, my dads there, and when I left he was drinking. Were going to my cousins. He was having a steam with some of his buddies, but theyre leaving for a city league basketball game downriver.
Several dogs that were chained up outside houses started to bark. Willie fumbled for her hand, probably to get her to move faster, but if that was the intent it didnt work. Everything slowed inside Trixie: her heartbeat, her breathing, her blood.
Although Janice had tried to tell her otherwise, Trixie had believed she would never want another guy to lay hands on her again. But when Willie touched her, she couldnt really remember what it had felt like to touch Jason. It was almost as if one canceled out the other. She knew this: Willies skin was smoother than Jasons. His hand was closer to hers in size. The muscles in his forearms werent thick, the product of a million slap shots-they were lean and ropy, almost sculpted. It made no sense, given their upbringings, but she had this weird feeling that she and Willie were equals, that neither of them was in control, because they were both so skittish in each others company.
They stopped behind one of the houses. Through the buttery light of the windows, Trixie could see a sparse living room, a single couch, and a few young men putting on their coats and boots. Come on, Willie said, and he tugged her away.
He opened the door to a wooden shack not much bigger than an outhouse. It was divided into two rooms-they had entered the larger one; the other room lay through the closed door directly ahead of Trixie. Once the sound of his cousins snow machine winnowed away, Willie shrugged out of his coat and boots, gesturing to Trixie to do the same. The good news is, my cousin already did all the hard work tonight-hauling water and chopping wood. He built this maqi a few years ago.
What do you do in it?
Willie grinned, and in the dark his teeth gleamed. Sweat, he said. A lot. The men usually go in first, because they can handle the real heat. Women go in later.
Then how come were here together? Trixie asked.
Willie ducked his head. She knew he was blushing, even if she couldnt see it.
I bet you take girls here all the time, she said, but she was only half joking, waiting for his answer.
Ive never been with a girl in the steam before, Willie said, and then he shucked off his skirt. Trixie closed her eyes, but not before she saw the bright white flash of his underwear.
He opened a door and disappeared inside the adjoining room. Trixie waited for him to come back, but he didnt. She heard the hiss of rising steam.
