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260 pages, Paperback
First published September 6, 2016
You remember what I says. You're the fortunate one. You still gets to be with us for a bit longer. The other one – well, he's watching on, somewhere. But we gets to live the riddle a bit longer. Hey, b'y? That's good, isn't it?
She gave a dismissive shrug. But she was choking with words, he could tell. Just like Sylvie. Choking with words. Wanting to talk about things. Things about Chris and the accident. Things about him, Kyle. Things about themselves. And he never knew what things they wanted to tell him and have him tell them and he bloody didn’t care about them things. Just leave it alone, leave it the bloody hell alone. Christ, he was working on getting things out of his head, not shoving more in.
Everybody and their dog had moved on from those days of hand-fishing and hauling nets but his father mourned as he would a fresh dead mother. There's them who can't change with the times and those who won't, his mother told him. And your father's both kinds.
Across the river, massive wooded hills of the northern peninsula sighed through the fog. A long flagging reached downriver and the water buckled against the northern cliff wall, pooling itself into dead black depths before elbowing out of sight through a thicket of still leafless alders and drowning itself into the sea just beyond.