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study her face for traces of that newness, or for signs of what I should watch<br />
out for in my new wife. I learned from Lloyd that you can never prepare<br />
yourself for what life will throw at you. But you can know the signs.<br />
It was two years before Mr. Voss, Joe, and I went back to Baranof Island.<br />
That was our last trip, mostly because Mr. Voss said Gut Bay was all fished<br />
out, and because it wasn't fun for him anymore. He didn't want to stop at<br />
Lloyd's cabin, and when we did, it was different. Lloyd came to the door<br />
with his paper-thin face, and opened it wide enough to tell us that Dora<br />
was sick, that he couldn't invite us in that day. We were polite—Joe even<br />
offered to send for a doctor—but we could feel it, walking back through the<br />
unstable tundra, that something had changed.<br />
The next year Mr. Voss and Joe went to Kodiak to take a brown bear. I<br />
was invited, but I declined. I don't shoot animals. It's not a philosophy or<br />
anything; I just don't like to get that much blood on my hands.<br />
There isn't much to this story. I talked about beginnings a while ago.<br />
What about the end?<br />
I took my vacation in '94 on Baranof Island. It wasn't some nostalgia<br />
trip. I just wanted a place to clear my mind. Gut Bay is the kind of place<br />
to do that for you, with the wind blowing over the water, still and flat as a<br />
sheet.<br />
This was when my first wife threatened me with a knife and told me it<br />
was over. You have to understand, she is of the dramatic type. She enjoys,<br />
she used to enjoy, talking about death. When we first starting dating, she<br />
asked me routinely if I would die for her.<br />
My new wife is not dramatic, or if she is, she isn't dramatic in the same<br />
way. She cooks spicy foods from Mynamar. She surprises me with expensive<br />
driving gloves. She visits me at work wearing nothing under her trench coat,<br />
and we do it in my office chair. When my old wife threw me out, I went to<br />
Baranof Island for the last time. I brought a tent with me and kept my food<br />
in tins to keep the bears out. I was pretty far out on the tundra, far from<br />
where we used to dock. To tell you the truth, I hadn't thought about Lloyd<br />
and Dora for a long time.<br />
But the wind blew up and cold, and I started to get lonely, so I decided<br />
to move my camp. He was on the porch when I came hiking up, all folded<br />
over like he had been hollowed out.<br />
"Lloyd, remember me?" I called out over the roar of the wind on the<br />
bay.<br />
When he looked up, he seemed to have aged into an old man.<br />
When I say that, you have to understand that age is a different thing for<br />
country people, for island people. He and Dora spent their winters leaning<br />
106 Gut Bay