She stared at the wooden door, wondering what was on the other side. Was he trying to show her how tough he was, by taking the real heat? What did he mean when he said that he hadn?t been with a girl in the steam before? Did he take them other places, or was that an invitation for her to follow? She felt like she had fallen into one of her father?s comic book universes, where what you said was not what you meant, and vice versa.
Hesitantly, Trixie pulled off her shirt. The action-and Willie?s proximity-immediately made her think about playing strip poker the night of Zephyr?s party. But nobody was watching this time; there were no rules to the game; no one was telling her what she had to do. It was entirely different, she realized, when the choice was up to her.
If she went in there in her bra and panties, that was just like wearing a bikini, wasn?t it?
She shivered only a moment before she opened the stunted door and crawled inside.
The heat slammed into her, a solid wall. It wasn?t just heat. It was a sauna and a steam room and a bonfire all rolled together, and then ratcheted up a notch. The floor beneath her bare feet was slick plywood. She couldn?t see, because of all the steam.
As the clouds drifted, she could make out a fifty-five-gallon oil drum on its side with a fire burning hot in its belly. Rocks were nestled in birdcage wire on top, and a metal container of water sat beside it. Willie was hunkered down on the plywood, his knees drawn up to his chest, his skin red and blotched.
He didn?t say anything when he saw her, and Trixie understood why-if she opened her mouth, surely her throat would burst into flame. He wasn?t wearing anything, but the region between his thighs was only a shadow, and somehow, she was the one who felt overdressed. She sat down beside him-in that small a space there wasn?t much choice-and felt him wrapping something around her head. A rag, she realized, that had been dipped in water, to cover her ears and keep them from burning. When he knotted it, the skin of his upper arm stuck to hers.
The orange light that spilled through the cracks in the stove door illuminated Willie. His silhouette glowed, lean and feline; at that moment, Trixie wouldn?t have been surprised to see him turn into a panther. Willie reached for a ladle, a wooden stick wired to a soup can. He dipped it into the bucket of water, pouring more over the rocks and causing a fresh cloud of steam to fill the chamber. When he settled down beside Trixie, his hand was so close to hers on the plywood that their pinkies touched.
It hurt, almost past the point of pain. The room had a pulse, and breathing was nearly impossible. Heat rose off Trixie?s skin in the shape of her soul. Perspiration ran down her back and between her legs: her entire body, crying.
When Trixie?s lungs were about to explode, she ran through the door into the cold room again. She sat down on the floor, warmth rolling off her in waves, just as Willie burst in with a towel wrapped around his waist. He sank down beside her and passed her a jug.
Trixie drank it without even knowing what was inside. The water cooled the lining of her throat. She passed the jug to Willie, who tipped his head back against the wall and drank deeply, the knot of his Adam?s apple following each swallow. He turned to her, grinning. ?Crazy, huh??
She found herself laughing, too. ?Totally.?
Willie leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. ?I always kind of figured that?s what Florida?s like.?
?Florida? It?s nothing like this.?
?You?ve been to Florida?? Willie asked, intrigued.
?Yeah. It?s just, you know, another state.?
?I?d like to see an orange growing on a tree. I?d pretty much like to see anything that?s somewhere other than here.? He turned to her. ?What did you do when you went to Florida??
It was so long ago, Trixie had to think for a moment. ?We went to Cape Canaveral. And Disney World.?
Willie started picking at the wooden floor. ?I bet you fit in there.?
?Because it?s so tacky??
?Because you?re like that fairy. The one who hangs out with Peter Pan.?
Trixie burst out laughing. ?Tinker Bell??
?Yeah. My sister had that book.?
She was about to tell him he was crazy, but then she remembered that Peter Pan was about a boy who didn?t want to grow up, and she decided she didn?t mind the comparison.
?She was so pretty,? Willie said. ?She had a light inside her.?
Trixie stared at him. ?You think I?m pretty??
Instead of answering, Willie got up and crawled back into the hot room. By the time she followed, he?d already poured water over the rocks. Blinded by steam, she had to find her way by touch. She drew her fingers over the rough run of the wooden floor, up the joints of the walls, and then she brushed the smooth curve of Willie?s shoulder. Before she could pull away, Willie?s hand came up to capture hers. He tugged her closer, until they were facing each other on their knees, in the heart of a cloud. ?Yeah, you?re pretty,? Willie said.
Trixie felt like she was falling. She had ugly chopped black hair and scars up and down her arms, and it was like he didn?t even notice. She looked down at their interlaced fingers-a weave of dark and pale skin-and she let herself pretend that maybe there could be a light inside of her.
?When the first white folks came to the tundra,? Willie said, ?the people here thought they were ghosts.?
?Sometimes that?s what I think I am, too,? Trixie murmured.
They leaned toward each other, or maybe the steam pushed them closer. And just as Trixie was certain that there wasn?t any air left in the room, Willie?s mouth closed over hers and breathed for her.
Willie tasted like smoke and sugar. His hands settled on her shoulders, respectfully staying there even when she itched to have him touch her. When they drew back from each other, Willie looked down at the ground. ?I?ve never done that before,? he confessed, and Trixie realized that when he?d said he?d never been with a girl in a steam, he?d meant that he?d never been with a girl.
Trixie had lost her virginity a lifetime ago, back when she thought it was a prize to give to someone like Jason. They?d had sex countless times-in the backseat of his car, in his bedroom when his parents were out, in the locker room at the hockey rink after hours. But what she had done with him compared in no way to the kiss she had just experienced with Willie; it was impossible to draw a line to connect the two. She couldn?t even say that her own participation was the common denominator, because the girl she was back then was completely different from the one here now.
Trixie leaned toward Willie, and this time, she kissed him. ?Me neither,? she said, and she knew she wasn?t lying.
When Daniel was eleven, the circus had come for the first and only time to the tundra. Bethel was the last stop for the Ford Brothers Circus, on an unprecedented tour of bush Alaska. Cane and Daniel weren?t going to miss it for the world. They worked odd jobs-painting an elder?s house, putting a new roof on Cane?s uncle?s steam bath-until they each had fifteen dollars. The flyers, which had been put up in all the village schools, including Akiak, said that admission would be eight bucks, and that left plenty of money for popcorn and souvenirs.
Most of the village was planning to go. Daniel?s mother was going to hitch a ride with the principal, but at the last minute, Cane invited Daniel to go in his family?s boat. They sat in its belly, the aluminum sides cold against their backs and bottoms, and told each other elephant jokes on the way down.
Why is an elephant gray, large, and wrinkled?
Because if he was small, white, and round, he?d be an aspirin.
Why does an elephant have a trunk?
Because he?d look stupid with a glove compartment.
Six thousand people from all over the delta showed up, many coming just after midnight so that they could see the MarkAir Herc fly in at dawn with the performers and the animals. The circus was going to take place at the National Guard Armory gym, with the bathrooms converted to costume changing areas. Cane and Daniel, running ragged around the edges of the activity, even got to hold a rope as the big top
was pitched.
During the show, there were trained dogs in ratty tutus, and two lions named Lulu and Strawberry. There was a leopard, which waited for its cue outside the big top, drinking from a mud puddle. There was calliope music and peanuts and cotton candy, and for the little children, an inflatable house to jump in and Shetland pony rides. When Shorty Serra came thundering out to do rope tricks with his monstrous horse, Juneau, the beast stood on his hind legs to tower over everyone, and the crowd shrieked.
A group of Yup?ik boys sitting behind Daniel and Cane cheered, too. But when Daniel leaned over to say something to Cane, one of them spit out a slur: ?Look at that: I always knew kass?aqs belonged in the circus.?
Daniel turned around. ?Shut the fuck up.?
One Yup?ik boy turned to another. ?Did you hear something??
?Want to feel something instead?? Daniel threatened, balling his hand into a fist.
?Ignore them,? Cane said. ?They?re assholes.?
The ringmaster appeared, to the roar of applause. ?Ladies and gentlemen, I?m afraid we have some disappointing news. Our elephant, Tika, is too ill for the show. But I?m delighted to introduce?all the way from Madagascar?Florence and her Amazing Waltzing Pigeons!?
A tiny woman in a flamenco skirt walked out with birds perched on each shoulder. Daniel turned to Cane. ?How sick could an elephant be??
?Yeah,? Cane said. ?This sucks.?
One of the Yup?ik boys poked him. ?So do you. And I guess you like white meat.?
All of his life, Daniel had been teased by the village kids-for not having a father, for being kass?aq, for not knowing how to do native things like fish and hunt. Cane would hang out with him, but the Yup?ik boys in school let that slide, because after all, Cane was one of them.
These boys, though, were not from his village.
Daniel saw the look on Cane?s face and felt something break loose inside of him. He stood up, intent on leaving the big top. ?Hang on,? Cane said.
Daniel made his gaze as flat as possible. ?I didn?t invite you,? he said, and he walked away.
It didn?t take him long to find the elephant, penned up in a makeshift fence with no one to watch over it. Daniel had never seen an elephant up close; it was the one thing that he had in common with kids who lived in normal places. The elephant was limping and throwing hay in the air with its trunk. Daniel ducked under the wire and walked up to the animal, moving slowly. He touched its skin, warm and craggy, and laid his cheek along the haunch.
The best part about his friendship with Cane was that Cane was an insider, and that made Daniel one by association. He?d never realized that it could go the other way, too, that their acquaintance might make Cane a pariah. If the only way to keep Cane from being ostracized was to stay away from him, then Daniel would.
You did what you had to, for the people you cared about.
The elephant swung its massive head toward Daniel. Its dark eye winked; the loose-lipped drip of its mouth worked soundlessly. But Daniel could hear the animal perfectly, and so he answered out loud: I don?t belong here either.
It was still dark out the next morning when the cargo plane arrived, puddle-jumping from village to village to pick up the dogs that had been dropped by mushers along the trail. They?d be flown back to Bethel where a handler could pick them up.
Willie was driving his cousin?s pickup truck to the airstrip, and Trixie was in the passenger seat. They held hands across the space between them.
In the flatbed were all of Alex Edmonds?s dogs, Juno, and Kingurauten Joseph, who was being transported back to the medical center. Willie parked the truck and then began to pass the dogs to Trixie, who walked them over to the chain-link fence and tethered them. Every time she returned for another one, he smiled at her, and she melted as if she were back in the steam again.
Last night, after the steam had died out, Willie bathed her with a rag dipped in warm water. He?d run the makeshift sponge right over her bra and her panties. Then they?d gone back to the cold room, and he?d toweled her dry, kneeling in front of her to get the backs of her knees and between her toes before they?d dressed each other. Fastening and tucking seemed so much more intimate than unbuttoning and unzipping, as if you were privy to putting the person back together whole, instead of unraveling him. ?I have to take my uncle?s coat back,? Willie had said, but then he had given her his own lined canvas jacket.
It smelled like him, every time Trixie buried her nose in the collar.
The lights on the airstrip suddenly blazed, magic. Trixie whirled around, but there was no control tower anywhere nearby. ?The pilots have remotes in their planes,? Willie said, laughing, and sure enough ten minutes hadn?t passed before Trixie could hear the approach of an engine.
The plane that landed looked like the one that had flown Trixie into Bethel. The pilot-a Yup?ik boy not much older than Willie-jumped out. ?Hey,? he said. ?Is this all you?ve got??
When he opened the cargo bay, Trixie could see a dozen dogs already tethered to D rings. As Willie loaded the sled dogs, she helped Joseph climb down from the back of the pickup. He leaned on her heavily as they walked to the runway, and when he stepped into the cargo bay, the animals inside started barking. ?You remind me of someone I used to know,? Joseph said.
You already told me that, Trixie thought, but she just nodded at him. Maybe it wasn?t that he wanted her to hear it but only that he needed to say it again.
The pilot closed up the hatch and hopped back into his plane, accelerating down the airstrip until Trixie could not tell his landing lights apart from any given star. The airstrip blinked and went black again.
She felt Willie move closer in the dark, but before her eyes could adjust, another beacon came at them. It glinted directly into her eyes, had her shielding them from the glare with one hand. The snow machine pulled up, its engine growling before it died down completely and the driver stood up on the runners.
?Trixie?? her father said. ?Is that you??
8
I n the middle of the Alaskan tundra, staring at a daughter he could barely recognize, Daniel thought back to the moment he?d known that everything between him and Trixie was bound to change.
It was, like so many of those minutes between a father and a little girl, unremarkable. The season might have been summertime, or it could have been fall. They might have been bundled up in winter coats, or wearing flip-flops. They could have been heading to make a deposit at the bank, or leaving the bookstore. What stuck in Daniel?s mind was the street-a busy one, in the middle of town-and the fact that he was walking down it with Trixie, holding her hand.
She was seven. Her hair was French-braided-badly, he?d never quite gotten the hang of that-and she was trying not to walk on the breaks in the sidewalk. They reached the intersection, and like always, Daniel reached for Trixie?s hand.
She very deliberately slipped it free and stepped away from him before she looked both ways and crossed by herself.
It was a hairline crack, one you might never have noticed, except for the fact that it grew wider and wider, until there was a canyon between them. A child?s job, ostensibly, was to grow up. So why, when it happened, did a parent feel so disappointed?
This time, instead of a busy street, Trixie had crossed an entire country by herself. She stood in front of Daniel, bundled in an oversized canvas coat, with a wool cap pulled over her head. Beside her was a Yup?ik boy with hair that kept falling into his eyes.
Daniel didn?t know what was more shocking: seeing a girl he?d once carried on his shoulders and tucked into bed and wondering if she?d committed murder, or realizing that he?d hide in the Alaskan bush with Trixie for the rest of his life if that was what it took to keep her from being arrested.
?Daddy??? Trixie launched herself into his arms.
Daniel felt a shudder
work down his spine; relief, when you came right down to it, was not all that different from fear. ?You,? he said to the boy who stood a distance apart, watching them with a guarded expression. ?Who are you??
?Willie Moses.?
?Can I borrow your rig?? Daniel tossed him the keys to the snow-go, a trade.
The boy looked at Trixie as if he was about to speak, but then he dropped his gaze and walked to the snow machine. Daniel heard the lion?s growl of its engine, and the high-pitched whine as it sped away, and then led Trixie to the truck. Like most Alaskan vehicles, this one would never have passed inspection in the lower forty-eight. It was rusted clean through on the side panels; its speedometer was stuck at 88 mph, and first gear didn?t work at all. But the light over the rearview mirror did, and Daniel turned that on to scrutinize his daughter.
With the exception of dark circles under her eyes, she seemed to be all right. Daniel reached up and pulled off her wool cap, revealing a sleek cap of black hair. ?Oh,? she said when his eyes widened. ?I forgot about that.?
Daniel slid across the bench seat and pulled her into his arms. God, was there anything more solid, more right, than knowing your child was where she ought to be? ?Trixie,? he said, ?you scared the hell out of me.?
He felt her grab a fistful of his coat. He had a thousand questions for her, but one sprang to the surface first, the one that he couldn?t help but ask. ?Why here??
?Because,? Trixie murmured, ?you said it?s where people disappear.?
Daniel drew away from her slowly. ?Why did you want to??
Her eyes filled with tears, until finally one spilled over and ran to the point of her chin. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Daniel held on to her, as her thin body started to shake. ?I didn?t do what everyone thinks??
Daniel threw his head back and winged a prayer to a God he?d never quite believed in: Thank you.
?I wanted him back. I didn?t really want to fool around like Zephyr told me to, but I was willing to do anything if it got things back to the way it was before Jason broke up with me.? She swallowed hard. ?When everyone left, he was so nice at first, I thought maybe it had worked. But then everything started happening so fast. I wanted to talk, and he didn?t. When he started?when we started?? She took a ragged breath. ?He said that this was exactly what he needed-a friend with benefits. And that?s how I realized that he didn?t want me back. He just wanted me for fifteen minutes.?
Daniel didn?t move. Surely if he did, he?d shatter.
?I tried to get away, but I couldn?t. It felt like I was underwater, like when I told my arms and legs to move, they didn?t work fast enough, strong enough. He thought it was a game, me fighting just a little bit, like I was still playing hard to get. He pinned me down and?? Trixie?s skin was flushed and damp. ?He said, Don?t tell me you don?t want this.? She looked up at Daniel in the halo of the overhead light. ?And I?I didn?t.?