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"You ever cook before?", she asked him.
"Yes. Every thing from fine dinning to fry cook. Up near Orr."
She looks up from the application in front of her. "The Damn?"
"No. Other places near there." He lists off the restaurants but she does not hear. She is staring into the eyes the color of the shallows of Pelican lake. Warm sand with flecks of algae.
"How do you cook walleye?", she asks.
"Pan fry it in a light season dust."
She is on the rocky island now, fanning the embers beneath the skillet with her cold bloody fingers. Hunger rumbles in her belly. The forbidden fish will fill her.
"You start on Sunday morning. Be here at 4:am."
He nods his dignified head. "Have you ever fished Pelican Lake?"
She smiles at him. He smiles back for the first time. They both know she can not cast that line.
She gives him a tour of the kitchen and his uniform. An extra hair net for his long dark hair.
"How long do I have you for?", she asks, wondering if he has a woman waiting for him up north.
"Excuse me?" he replies, with out a question in his voice.
"When do you go home?", she expands.
He pauses a long winter pause, "I have no home now. My tribe burnt it when I gave all my nation's money back to the tribe instead of the council."
She knew there was more to the story but did not want to hear.
"From the little island in the middle you can hear the lonely whistle of the train in town, can't you", she says and it is not a question.