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.