I go to my dresser and pull out my first cigarette of the day, then return to the window and smoke. Jimmy found it at a garage sale and gave it to me last year for my birthday - that and a card that said, "Hap B-day, sis! How does it feel to be almost two decades old? Rock on, Grandma!" The Elvis clock says the time is seven-thirty, but it's always either an hour ahead or an hour behind. On the nightstand, the clock-face has a badly painted Elvis caught in mid-gyrate. People pressed cups and cups of it into my hands. I had too much coffee last night after the Coast Guard called with the news about Jimmy. The word means something else, but I can't remember what. La'es - Go down to the bottom of the ocean. Ripples sparkle in the shallows as a seal bobs its dark head. A breeze coming down the channel makes my curtains flap limply. Morning light slants over the mountains behind the reserve.
I push myself out of bed and go to the open window, but they launch themselves upward, cawing. Half-awake, I hear them speak to me in Haisla.
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