“It’ll probably snow next week,” Ann said. She was standing
in front of the fold up table that was her kitchen counter and heating water on
a green Coleman stove. I sat in one of the fold up chairs off to one side. Swinging
my blue moonboots back and forth and not saying a word. Just watching. Trying
to figure out how this woman would fit into my life. Why her furniture folded. And
why she was living in a tent. In the Alaskan wilderness. In winter.
