The Seal Wife
Beside his bed was a woman’s
shoe. I think it was the painting woman’s shoe. I put my face into what seemed
to be a slipper with a hard sole and I could still smell the woman’s foot. She
had been gone a long time, that woman.
I wondered about the last girl child,
whether she would ever return to the inlet. I tried to think what it would be
like to see her, to see my seal wife give her grown daughter her sealskin, the
way my mother gave me her songs.
Finis
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