black and yellow ropes.
âFrom Mobile to Allakaket is an unusual experience,â I said.
âMr. Gallette had Parkinsonâs and Iâd seen that before,â said Lucerne. âBut oh man it was different all right. The people there treated me right, but we were aliens to each other at first. They are the best people, most of the time.â
She and Gayle exchanged looks and smiles over âmost of the time.â
âThereâs a barbecue going on back there, plenty to eat,â I said, and waved back toward the Southside Community Center.
âI donât dare go near that food,â Lucerne said. âMy waistline is totally out of control. But whereâs Jack, is he missing a good meal?â
âOh heâs not. I sent him over. I see youâre helping the Scouts, Gus.â
âYou need some work gloves,â said Lucerne.
âIâll get you some gloves, Gus,â said Gayle.
âNow donât trouble yourself, please.â
Lucerne insisted. âAre you kidding? This is a public health situation. I donât want to be giving you a tetanus shot, or worse. Come on up to the house.â
I stepped inside after them and stood in a dark closetlike entryway while they went through a couple of milk crates full of winter things, caps and mufflers and mittens, giggling and encouraging me to have patience. It was close in there but exciting.
âWhatâs going on?â The inner door opened and a pale young woman stuck her head and then half her length into the crack.
âCathy, time you woke up,â said Lucerne.
âI feel good, I needed the sleep.â
âWhy donât you go ahead and get yourself some breakfast,â said Gayle.
The young lady sized me up with a flat stare. She wore a white thermal-underwear shirt, with several snaps undone, and her breasts were small, pretty mounds against the shirt. I looked away from the outline of her nipples and her thin waist. Her streaked light brown hair and pale skin contrasted with dark eyes.
âDonât think Iâm hungry,â she said, and smiled. âHow are you?â
âThis is my boss, Cathy. My cousin Cathy Carew, staying with us for a little while,â said Gayle.
âHow do you do.â I nodded.
âJack around?â said Cathy. âHe like to go up to the store for me?â
Gayle didnât answer but turned and faced her.
âHeâs helping with Cleanup Day, Cathy. I donât want him running errands. Iâll help you in a sec.â
The girl shrugged and withdrew.
The brief episode subdued the two women with me, but Gayle gave a victory shout when she unearthed a pair of leather work gloves with wide, stiff fingers. She pressed them into my arms. Iâm used to women, but not this way, three of them for a minute and now two of them, formidable women studying me in this tiny, dim space as I tried on the gloves.
âCathyâs on the run from Allakaket,â said Gayle. âShe wants to try something new.â
âI remember you told me about her.â
âLots of us have to leave home to save our skins,â said Gayle.
âI thought I was a wild young woman in Mobile,â said Lucerne, âbut there was some serious hard living out in Allakaket. Too bad. It goes over the edge sometimes.â
âI married to get out of there, and I donât fault myself. Accomplished that much, anyway, it brought me to Fairbanks,â said Gayle. âThe marriage didnât take. Nor the next one. Not sure that babysitting Cathy is going to take, either, Lucerne.â
âWeâll give it a few more days,â Lucerne said, her voice low and soft.
We stepped outside as they spoke, and moved back to the street.
âGoing to go look for Jack,â said Gayle.
âIâm going to bring these gloves back.â
âNo, youâre not, you donât worry about those,â said Lucerne. âMister Traynor,
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