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Dr. Renard had once done a favor for Mr. Voss, something like that. We<br />
knew it was a mistake when he climbed aboard with lightweight tackle and a<br />
freshwater rod, his dress shoes slipping on the dock. He wore jewelry, rings<br />
and a necklace with some mystical SoCal symbol which dangled against his<br />
neck when the boat rocked. It was a dolphin eating its tail, I think.<br />
It was a bad day, with rough weather and dark, foamy seas. We were<br />
glad when we docked at Baranof and knocked on Lloyd's splintered cabin<br />
door.<br />
It began to snow a little as we stood there on the porch, waiting for the<br />
door to open. Little flecks of white gathered in Dr. Renard's hair—he was<br />
standing right in front of me—and the whiteness made his head seem small<br />
and sharp. When Dora opened the door, he stood for a minute smiling<br />
at her, and then he bowed a little, and backed down the stairs toward the<br />
ground.<br />
I was embarrassed when Dr. Renard wiped his shoes on the grass before<br />
coming in. (There was no mat.) I cut my eyes away when he knelt down<br />
and took each of the little girls' hands in his own, turning them slightly as if<br />
they were small prisms. He shook the hands of Lloyd's sons firmly, with a<br />
half-serious look on his face. He treated them like city children.<br />
He didn't seem at all like someone who had spent the last hour and a half<br />
vomiting. He pulled coins out from behind his ears. He did a handstand in<br />
front of Lloyd's old boots.<br />
I wanted to pull him back out of the cabin then, tell him not to play-act<br />
with these boys, for they were already small men. Each one had already held<br />
a gun in his hands, had already skinned an animal. They had helped their<br />
mother birth their siblings. They had held their Daddy's tools.<br />
Yet when Dr. Renard came into the cabin, with his New Agey-ness,<br />
with his civilized good will, he erased the truth of that. It was like none of<br />
it had ever happened.<br />
I do not think that it is all a matter of hindsight to remember the<br />
wrongness of that day. There was something about it from the start that<br />
made me feel like everything was changing, or about to change. Later, on<br />
the boat as we went back, I threw up all of Dora's griddlecakes, and I never,<br />
ever get sick on the sea.<br />
Maybe it was my mistake. We had always acted a certain way when we<br />
visited Lloyd and Dora. We talked to them, we ate their food, but we didn't<br />
treat them with anything but distant respect. We didn't wipe our shoes<br />
before we came in. That, we believed, would have been an insult to Dora,<br />
who felt honor bound to scrub our bootprints off the wood floor after we<br />
left. When the children offered us their chairs, we took them. It was what<br />
they wanted. We didn't take a seat and lift one of the girls onto our laps, as<br />
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