“She’s doing great today.” Where the hallway turned left, a Native man slumped in a wheelchair in the corner. He kept moving his right arm in big up and down sweeps, grabbing and pulling at the air with his left. Gilly said, “That’s Leroy’s fishing hole, and you better not go putting a laundry bin or food cart anywhere near it. He makes me wheel him over to that exact spot every morning.” Leroy. Marion’s grandfather. Kache bent down and said, “Hello, Mr. Tilloko. Nice to see you. It’s Kache Winkel. Used to date your granddaughter years ago.” Leroy nodded and cast his line and his eyes somewhere over Kache’s head. Leroy used to be strong, stoic, and intimidating as hell. But that was in 1985, when Leroy was the mayor and Kache was devising plans on how he might get into Leroy’s granddaughter’s pants. In her room, Lettie sat propped up in bed, reading, open curtains revealing a killer view of the mountains of rock and snow beyond the choppy bay, which sparkled as the sun burned pale yellow through a lone cluster of pewter clouds.
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