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98 Infidelity —Fairbanks, Alaska, January 1904 If he looks sidelong as the door swings open, pretend not to notice. If he asks you, smile and look through your lashes at the scar just above his left eye. Take in that curve, the tender-looking skin, but remember how rough it feels to the touch. If you find words have escaped you, like the ice that cracks along the banks of the river in spring when frozen boulders tear through the bridge, don’t forget; people line the banks then, hungry for slices of daylight and wind. 99 They listen to the ice grind and the high-pitched whine of wood posts about to give way. If you hear the clamor of a crowd, know they applaud destruction. Know that spring is the same as what you have done. The difference is in the number of eyes and the wood smoke of hushed conversation rising out of the cabins at night. Once you tear out the pilings, you make your own way across the river, while they draw plans for the new summer’s bridge. ...

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