veteran.”
“Why’s that funny?”
“I guess it isn’t really,” he said.
“You fought in the Canadian Shield, in that rocky winter-land,” she said.
The Canadian Shield was a huge geological region that curved around Hudson Bay like a giant horseshoe. Few people lived in the region, as it was unsuitable for agriculture. The Shield was dotted with lakes, famous resorts, vast forests and gold, copper, iron, nickel and uranium mines.
“It was northern Quebec where it was as cold as Hell,” he said.
“Hell is hot. You fought in blizzards and snowstorms. Where do people have oilrigs in places like that? I thought most oil derricks were found in deserts.”
Paul hesitated to tell her.
“Is it going to be cold where you’re going?” she asked.
“I’m flying to the Arctic Circle,” he said.
The energy crunch meant the oil companies were hunting for crude wherever they could find it. The new bonanza was the Arctic Circle and Antarctica.
“Do you mean Alaska?” Cheri asked.
“I wish I did. No. The Arctic Circle…the rig is in the Arctic Ocean.”
“Isn’t it icy up there all the time?”
“Yeah,” he said. He remembered reading somewhere that the ice used to melt in summer, or a lot of it did. That must have been before it had gotten cold again. A new glacial period, they called it. He remembered watching a history show about the Black Death in the Middle Ages. There had been harsher weather back then, too. It had hurt the crops and vineyards just as it did these days. The whole thing went in cycles, apparently. Now it was their turn, and according to what he’d looked up, it made the Arctic almost as cold as space.
“You mean the oil well is frozen in the ocean ice?” Cheri asked.
“I’m going to the closest rig to the North Pole,” he said. “I’ll be knocking on Santa Claus’s door.”
“Is it dangerous?”
It had to be dangerous if they were willing to hire him. Near the North Pole—did the wind howl all night long? It was supposed to be dark half of the year.
“I can’t see how,” he said.
“So why do they need you then?”
“It’s all about insurance. If you look at things deeply enough it always goes back to the money.” Had that been true about them? Once the government had kicked him out of the Marines, he’d had one job after another, and they’d steadily been crappier jobs each time. The money had started drying up and so had their marriage.
Cheri glanced at the envelope in her hand. Looking thoughtful, she slid her purse off a shoulder, clicked it open and buried the two thousand in it. “Does Blacksand pay well?”
“You know it.”
As she slid the loops back onto her shoulder, she looked up into his eyes. “Take care of yourself up there, and try to keep this one, okay? We need the money.”
He forced himself to nod. “Are you and Mikey doing okay?”
“I’m almost finished with Beauty College. I’m already cutting hair on the side.”
“Are you seeing anyone?” he asked.
Her lips firmed. “We agreed you weren’t supposed to ask that.”
A stab of heat burned in his chest. She’d laid that down as a condition for him seeing Mikey. The courts had screwed him, giving her full custody. He supposed none of that mattered now that he was headed for the Arctic Circle.
“I’ll call you when I get there,” he said.
“Mikey will like that.”
“I’m glad you came,” he said.
She cocked her head, and her lips parted. “Try to get along more at work, okay? You’re too much of a loner.”
He hated when she said that. “I’ll tell him goodbye.”
“Don’t leave mad,” she said.
“I’m not.”
“Okay,” she said, her face tightening, “if that’s the way you want it, I’m fine with that.”
He took a deep breath and counted to three. “I’m not mad. I’m glad you came.”
Cheri studied his face. He waited for a smile to break out as it used to in the beginning. Instead, she said, “Goodbye, Paul.”
The way she said