Katt asks me, “Tim, do you know how to French braid?”
Her hair falls all the way down her back to her waist in waves and curls, and I see she’s dyed some of it red. The rest is the perfect shiny black of Alaska Native hair.
It’s not the sort of thing we usually talk about.
Katt and I are the skeleton crew at an empty worker’s camp on Alaska’s North Slope.…