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~214~ The Chamber Four Fiction Anthology The first thing I do every morning is press my finger on the pocket. I turn over on my bed and reach out, sometimes with my eyes still closed. The pocket is big enough to fit a penny. The clasp is the tip of a sea urchin’s quill and it pricks me. I know that there is nothing to find but still I feel a terrifying thrill in checking. It is my first thought, and my last thought. Sometimes I believe I can make things happen by forgetting to wish for them not to happen. So I always make my intentions clear: I don’t want Jeremy to kill himself. I bargain. This time, with the doll. If there’s no tooth in your pocket tomorrow, I promise to build you a sled. I promise to make you a dog out of cotton and rocks. She stands on my desk with two sharp wires coming together at her temples to hold up her wooden head, and her seal-skin boots hang an inch in mid-air. She is mouthless. Inside her muff, she is handless, just stubs of stuffed material. Inside her boots, the same stubs. She holds something over me that transcends the usual power struggle of girls and dolls. It gives me a purpose that no one else could know, a fear of death and chaos, the thrill of grave responsibility. I know it’s all false and in the day it’s a game to talk with Jeremy about his suicide. But at night... The Eskimo gets lots of things she never uses―a fishing pole and a baby―but I do it because it’s the only thing keeping Jeremy alive. I am nine but understand the word is “sacrifice.” I whisper it in my dark room. The word falls from my mouth like a red silk scarf. Jeremy finally twists his tooth out. He’s at his own house when it happens; I see only the gap it leaves behind. He gives the silver tooth to his aunt to send in an envelope to his mother. He does not come into my house some night and open the urchin clasp. He does not look over at me sleeping in my bed. He does not kill himself and I am not the
The Eskimo Keeps Her Promise ~215~ one to find him, to chase off the wolf and hold him in my lap, crying in his coarse, sweet hair, I love you. He goes on living and eats scorched brownies from a pan on my porch. The rest of his life is out of my control. The world is reckless and angry. He teases the dog with an old sock; he finishes school, buries his father, goes away to college and marries a girl he finds there. And I stop playing with dolls. I wash the river from my hair and move into the city where I am restless at bus-stops, searching men’s mouths. I reach out in the night to feel the sting of an urchin quill but the Eskimo is packed away. I have children. Girls. I marry too. Telephones ring and I answer. Because that is what I wished. There is no one to blame, nothing to blame on anyone. Still, I hold it against him. And I think of what is gone, of those moments when our lives hung in the same balance and the whole of his world depended on me. The secret bargains in the dark room. Insects thumped on my window. I saw his death in the stream, then undid it, as if the river and its secrets was an open zipper simply to be closed. The doll’s wooden head glared in the moon. The dog barked at the stars. All of this is lost on him. A red scarf fallen in a black room.
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~214~ The <strong>Chamber</strong> <strong>Four</strong> Fiction Anthology<br />
The first thing I do every morning is press my finger on<br />
the pocket. I turn over on my bed and reach out, sometimes<br />
with my eyes still closed. The pocket is big enough to fit a<br />
penny. The clasp is the tip of a sea urchin’s quill and it pricks<br />
me. I know that there is nothing to find but still I feel a terrifying<br />
thrill in checking. It is my first thought, and my last<br />
thought. Sometimes I believe I can make things happen by<br />
forgetting to wish for them not to happen. So I always make<br />
my intentions clear: I don’t want Jeremy to kill himself. I<br />
bargain. This time, with the doll. If there’s no tooth in your<br />
pocket tomorrow, I promise to build you a sled. I promise to<br />
make you a dog out of cotton and rocks.<br />
She stands on my desk with two sharp wires coming together<br />
at her temples to hold up her wooden head, and her<br />
seal-skin boots hang an inch in mid-air. She is mouthless. Inside<br />
her muff, she is handless, just stubs of stuffed material.<br />
Inside her boots, the same stubs. She holds something over<br />
me that transcends the usual power struggle of girls and<br />
dolls. It gives me a purpose that no one else could know, a<br />
fear of death and chaos, the thrill of grave responsibility. I<br />
know it’s all false and in the day it’s a game to talk with Jeremy<br />
about his suicide. But at night...<br />
The Eskimo gets lots of things she never uses―a fishing<br />
pole and a baby―but I do it because it’s the only thing keeping<br />
Jeremy alive. I am nine but understand the word is “sacrifice.”<br />
I whisper it in my dark room. The word falls from my<br />
mouth like a red silk scarf.<br />
Jeremy finally twists his tooth out. He’s at his own house<br />
when it happens; I see only the gap it leaves behind.<br />
He gives the silver tooth to his aunt to send in an envelope<br />
to his mother. He does not come into my house some<br />
night and open the urchin clasp. He does not look over at me<br />
sleeping in my bed. He does not kill himself and I am not the