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Chapter 21
So far: things are moving along nicely. Alison and Mark are on the
road north again, now permanently, with Nick escorting them. River has
seen another couple given a special treat by the river, as her store
starts to come together. And the expedition north is days ahead of
schedule.
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Connie called in sick on Thursday, her third day in a row. "Lovesick,"
she joked to River, as they worked setting up the store. She planned
to drive back to Sault on Friday and hand in her notice. A fourth
consecutive day of absence would require a medical certificate. She
would give two weeks notice, and be back at the store full time after
that. Meanwhile, she was busy setting up systems and training the
women from the reserve who had volunteered to staff the store. River
was glad of the assistance. Neither River, nor the river, had the
knowledge of retailing that Connie had.
Nelson hung around a lot when his agency had no customers, and River
even put him to work. He was eager to do anything, particularly when
it meant he could be close to the love of his life. He seemed to be a
changed man. River had thought he was rather dour when she had first
met him, but now he seemed cheerful and jovial. His customers noted it
as well. Once River was close to the agency, hanging a display of
dreamcatchers on the wall, when she heard a male customer note that
'getting lucky' seemed to have improved his disposition. River
couldn't see Nelson's face at the comment, but surmised from his
silence that he must have gotten red faced.
Nelson even suggested that the agency not be a separate store, but
just a department in the larger store, but Nick shot that one down
after he returned. The liquor act stated that alcohol could only be
sold in a separate building that was inaccessible to people under the
age of 19. However there were no rules against having a door between
the stores, and Nelson and Connie made good use of it, taking their
breaks and meals together, usually in the agency, where Nelson could
look after any patrons that came in.
Connie also did some advising for Nelson over the coming weeks. She
suggested that he add a smoke shop to the inventory of the store,
including specialty items like fine cigars and American imported
cigarettes. They didn't bother adding conventional cigarettes.
Although the rate of smokers was high amongst the First Nations
people, cigarettes were tax-free across the road on the reserve shop
at the gas station, killing sales anywhere taxes had to be charged.
Tobacco was not even sold in the general store. But Connie's idea
worked, and the specialty items sold modestly, and added to Nelson's
reduced sales volume.
Where her ideas worked best was in fine wines. Connie recommended that
Nelson add a selection of fine wines to his inventory, and he sold
these over the Internet on a page that Colin RedHawk put together for
him. These sold well across Ontario, and with Nick's help he was able
to maneuver around the legal roadblocks to selling in other provinces
and exporting to the United States. A few of the First Nations people
became enamored of the wines, buying quality instead of quantity in
their liquor purchases, and the townspeople of St. Mary's and Terrace
Bay started coming into the shop at a greater rate. Sales were still
down, but the store was becoming a thriving boutique operation rather
than a 'booze can' aimed at the First Nations people.
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After lunch on Thursday Alison, Nick and Mark returned to town. They
stopped first at the store, which was now totally transformed from a
derelict building into a clean, modern looking shop, only lacking the
sign that Carl Bluelake was nearly done preparing. River practically
leapt into her mother's arms when she entered the store, but was set
aback a bit by her brother, who now was bigger than she was for the
first time in their lives.
Nick entered soon after, and saw Liesl working on a display, and went
to talk to her, hoping for word about her sister Marilyn. The Waters
all got into the van and headed to the housing site to find Dale for a
more complete reunion, and to take a look at the house that would soon
be theirs. Dale announced that a completion date of October 1 now
seemed likely, and the kids ran about trying to decide which of the
five bedrooms would be theirs. Finally River wanted to take them all
to the river, feeling that Alison and Mark would need help after their
hardships in Toronto.
At the river, the four all entered the water together. River held her
mother close first, and the river showed her what Alison had gone
through in the bank tower. River was incensed by the actions of the
bank employees, who clearly had conspired against Alison. The river
told them to ignore the perpetrators, promising that they would
eventually pay for what they tried to do to Alison, and had clearly
done to others. Alison was content to leave the payback to the river,
although she still intended to have Nick work to get her a fair
settlement.
River let her mother go, and she moved over to her husband for solace
while River approached her bother.
"You are so big," she noted.
"Yeah. You can't call me 'little brother' any more," Mark said
proudly.
"Come here," River said, "or are you too big to give your sister a
hug?"
Mark gladly moved into the arms of his sister, and let her lean her
head on his shoulder for the first time. As they embraced, the river
again showed River the story of his experiences in Toronto: first at
the mall, and then later at the police station. As River saw the
story, the river also calmed the event for the boy, making it seem
that he was reliving it with a skilled therapist, and stopping any
post-traumatic stress disorder effects that might otherwise occur.
"I guess I have to get ahold of Lisa Stromen," River finally said. "I
had kinda forgotten about her."
"Something tells me she isn't going to believe you when you tell her
what you look like now," Mark said with a smirk.
"Yeah. I guess I will tell her that I am transgendered, and will be
living as a girl up here."
"That might work. She seemed to accept that I was bigger than the
little 10-year-old she used to know, although I wasn't this big until
after the jail. How did this growing thing happen anyway?"
The river flowed the information to both of them at the same time.
Both the mall and the police station, although several miles apart,
sat over a buried river in Toronto that had been named Taddle Creek in
the old days. As development of the city encroached, and then overran
the stream, it was buried. But it continued to run in conduits as a
part of the city's storm drainage system. This left the river close
enough to provide Mark with a boost in both strength and size when he
needed it. The size remained, but the super-human strength had been
temporary, and would only occur when Mark was close to flowing water.
Not just the river, but any water that was connected to the river no
matter how distant.
?River asked the river.
,?the river replied.?
"Wow," Mark said. "That is way cool." River realized for the first
time that he could also hear the voice of the river.
,?the river continued.?
"But not yet," River argued. "He is big, but still a little boy. Only
10."
"I accept this mission," Mark vowed.
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On the ride back to the campsite River noticed her mother holding her
father's hand as he drove with the other hand.
"Do you feel better now?" she asked.
"Yes I do, honey," Alison said. "That river of yours is the best
therapist in the world. I didn't realize how much hate I had for those
people in Toronto, but now, knowing the river will take care of them,
I really don't even think about it. I'm just anxious to get the house
down there sold, and everything moved up here so we can get on with
our lives. This is such a great place to live, and grow up, and to
raise a family."
"I'm sorry you didn't get the bank branch," River said. "What will you
do? Work for Dad?"
"No honey," Alison said. "Nick and I talked a lot about this on the
way back home, and we have decided to look into starting a credit
union for the town. It will provide all the banking services that a
bank branch would, but will be much easier to start up. We will have
to have meetings with the band officials, and people from the
community, but I think there is a good chance we can get something
going. Would you have a corner left in your store where we could
locate a small branch? We would need room for two teller positions and
a private office."
"Wow," River said. "We would love to have you in the store. I'd have
to talk to Connie about it. We have pretty much allocated all the
space in the store to product, but maybe we can move some things
around."
"What about the corner where the storeroom and offices are?" Dale
suggested. "They don't need the high ceilings that the rest of the
store has. You could double up, and move the store management offices
onto a second floor, and have the credit union on the same space on
the ground floor. That way Connie's office would look over the entire
store from above."
River instantly saw what he was saying, and could visualize it
perfectly. "That would be perfect," she said. "I'll still need to run
it by Connie, but I don't see how she could object."
"And we still have a lot of work to do before we even know that a
credit union is possible," Alison said. "That will be my job, starting
next week. Tomorrow I have to see about getting the two of you
registered for school."
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River was registered for school Friday morning. The only possible
roadblock was that all her records were for Ricky, a male. River, a
female, would be attending the high school. Nick accompanied Alison to
the meeting with the high school principal, and eased the situation by
noting that the school board had an established policy on
transgendered students, implying that this applied to River. The
principal attempted to exclude River from physical education and any
activities that would involve changing rooms, but Nick quickly pointed
out that River was completely female in all respects, and no such
restrictions would be required. The principal wavered, and then agreed
to drop the restrictions, on submission of a letter from a doctor or
medical official.
The afternoon session in Terrace Bay was not as simple. The situation
in schools was that the high school was in St. Mary's, with the
students from Terrace Bay bused in, while for the middle school, the
students from St. Mary's and the reserve were bused there. Each town
had a primary school for kindergarten to grade four attached to the
other schools. Mark, starting grade five, would go to Terrace Bay on
the bus.
But at Terrace Bay the principal of the middle school was surprised
when her appointment to register a grade five student saw a woman who
looked to be 25, a slightly older man, and a boy who looked to be
ready for grade 10. Cindy Karsen, principal, listened as the man, who
turned out to be a lawyer and not the father or brother of the boy,
explained the situation without getting into magical transformations
by the river. It was simply expressed that Mark was very large for his
age, but was ready for Grade 5, having finished Grade 4 in Toronto the
year before.
Ms. Karsen immediately read into the story. She assumed that the boy
had been a troublemaker in Toronto and the family was moving north to
avoid his reputation. She pressed hard for an assessment of Mark's
abilities, expecting that he would fall short of the standards for
Grade 5, and she might be able to shift the problem to the primary
school in St. Mary's.
Nick objected to the assessments, mainly because there was no cause
for them, but Alison agreed, and Mark spent the next two hours writing
half hour tests in English, Math, Science and French. A half hour
after that, Ms. Karsen reconvened after marking the assessments.
"I am astonished at Mark's abilities in English," she said. "He is
easily at a high school level in that subject. I wish his other
subjects were as good, since then we could let him into high school,
where his size would not be so much of a ... distraction. But his math
results are only slightly ahead of a grade five level, not more than
grade six at best. Science is about the same, and his French is
somewhat behind. Perhaps we could register him in Grade 6?" she asked
questioningly.
"So rather than a good Grade 5 student, you want to make him into a
struggling Grade 6?" Alison asked. "Can you explain the benefits of
that?"
"Well, his size ..."
"Would also stand out in Grade 6, wouldn't it?" Nick finished her
sentence.
"Yes, I suppose it would. You see, we have had a problem in the past
with bullying in the school," Ms Karsen explained. "We don't want to
see that problem expanded."
"Well I don't think we have to worry about anyone bullying Mark,"
Alison said confidently.
"No, I was suggesting it might be the other way around," the principal
said meekly.
"Are you accusing Mark of being a bully?" Nick nearly shouted. "You
have been with him for less than three hours. What has led you to this
conclusion?"
The principal was cowed by the outburst. "Well, his size, of course.
He really should be with students his own ... size. That is why we
seldom hold back students any more. And the fact that he has left
Toronto and come north to ... an Indian Reservation: it just doesn't
feel right."
"It certainly doesn't feel right," Nick said. "Your apparent prejudice
to First Nations peoples is clear, in spite of having them as a third
of your student body. I am a proud Ojibwe man, and I have to say that
your use of the term 'Indian' for our people offends me greatly, not
to mention the suggestion that our homeland is a refuge for the
misfits of your white society."
Ms. Karsen cringed. This was going from bad to worse. As soon as she
had said the word 'Indian' she knew she had misspoke. Her sensitivity
training in dealing with First Nations issues had stressed that
repeatedly. "I apologize, Mr Summerstorm," she said contritely. "I
misspoke, and should have used the proper term 'First Nations'. As you
mention, many of our students are from the reservation, and I feel
they add a great cultural diversity to the school. And I certainly did
not intend to suggest that your lands are in any way a refuge or are
in any way less important than the towns and communities that the
school serves. As you suggest, I have been hasty in prejudging your
son ... I mean client, in any way. We will start the paperwork
immediately to get him enrolled to our school for September. Welcome
Mark." She held out his hand, and was impressed by the way that he
politely shook it.
Nevertheless, as the trio left her office Ms. Karsen decided to call
down to Mark's old school and find out if the boy had been a
discipline problem there, as well as requesting his transcripts.
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While Mark was undertaking his ordeal in Terrace Bay, River had one of
her own to deal with in St. Mary's. She went to the hospital to get a
letter from the doctor to attest to her femaleness for the high
school. She wasn't looking forward to the examination, but it was
something that needed to be done.
At the hospital she saw Desmond Kraud, the administrator, at the front
counter and he greeted her in a friendly way. "Our first prenatal
clinic for the reserve ladies was held last night, and eleven showed
up," he said enthusiastically, "And tomorrow we are planning a
diabetes clinic, with nearly 20 pre-registered. These things really
will help us keep our numbers up. What can we do for you today?"
"I need to talk to the doctor," River said tentatively. "Female
problems."
"Oh dear," Desmond replied. "Dr. Mitchell is off for a few days. He
had to go to Sault for a medical issue of his own. I expect him back
today, but is this something that our nurse practitioner can help
with?"
"Oh yes, that would be much better," River said, relieved that it
would be a woman who did the examination. She sat in the waiting room
for only a few moments before a large woman of about 40 came for her.
"River Waters," she asked, and led River into the examination room.
"What can I do for you? I am not a doctor, but a nurse practitioner.
There are some things I can't handle that will have to wait for a
doctor, when we get one, or you could go to the doctor in Terrace
Bay."
"I just need a letter for the school," River explained. "I was born a
boy, but I am a girl now, and the school needs a letter to testify
that I don't have any boy bits. Can you do that?"
"Oh certainly," the jovial nurse said. "Let me just take a look."
During the examination the nurse muttered a bit, and finally sat back
up, telling River to cover up. "I've never dealt with a transsexual
before," she admitted, "but I swear that you are completely female
down there. Who did your operation?"
"Well, there really wasn't an operation," River said tentatively. "I
guess it was more that I was always a girl, but everyone just thought
I was a boy. I do have periods and such now."
"Well, as far as I know that is a sure sign that you are totally
female," the nurse said as River got dressed again. "I'll write a
letter to that effect if it will help."
"No, just one saying that there are no traces of maleness visible,"
River said. It would be best if the school thought she was a
transsexual rather than investigating with her old school. "Earlier
you spoke as if there was no doctor here. What happened to Dr.
Mitchell?"
"Oh. I probably shouldn't have said that," the nurse said. "But he is
in Sault right now at the regional hospital talking with cancer
specialists. He had several biopsies done, and should get the results
today. I pray to God that they are negative, but I really don't hold
up much hope. I've seen cancer onset before, and he shows all the
symptoms. I'm just hoping that it is treatable."
River just listened, amazed at how much personal information about the
doctor the gossipy nurse was spreading. She wondered how much the
woman would say about her situation. She resolved to wait for the
doctor in the future.
River was leaving the hospital when she saw Dr. Mitchell enter. The
man looked to be a shell of the man she had recently had run-ins with.
He looked 15 years older, wan and exhausted-looking. Desmond was still
in the waiting room, and the two men spoke without noticing River's
presence.
"How did it go?" Desmond asked.
"Bad," the doctor said. "All three biopsies were positive. Liver,
kidneys and prostate. Any one of them could kill me. Not even a chance
chemo will work. You better start looking for a new doctor."
"No," River said, causing the two men to notice her. "You need to come
with me to the river."
"Your?medicine man?treatments can't help me, dear," the doctor said
sadly. "I'm too far gone."
"Don't quit on me," River said. "The river can't hurt you. I don't
know if it can cure you or not, but at least it can cut down on the
pain. Is it painful?"
"Very," Dr. Mitchell said. "I couldn't take the painkillers while I
was driving back, so it is really pretty intense right now."
"Then we need to get you to the river right now," River said. Turning
to Desmond: "Can you drive us?"
Thus they were at the river 10 minutes later. The doctor was
complaining about the pain, and begging to go home so he could take
some of the painkillers he had brought from the Sault. River insisted
that he spend at least a few minutes in the water, and the weakened
man agreed.
Once the two of them were in the river, the doctor stopped
complaining. The pain disappeared almost immediately, and he
attributed it to the freezing water. Except that the water around them
didn't seem that cold. Over the next hour the doctor felt that he was
going through delirium. At one point River held him in her arms, and
sang to him in Ojibwe and he felt that he was back in the arms of his
deceased mother, a child safe from all harm. Other times he felt he
was a young man again, strong and virile, and ready to take on the
world. Finally he came out of it and looked at the young girl standing
next to him. She spoke: "It is finished. Everything is gone. Let's go
back to town."
"It can't be gone," the doctor said as they climbed up the riverbank.
"I saw the biopsy results myself. The cancer is malignant and
extensive. It has probably spread to other organs that we didn't
check."
"How do you feel now?" River asked.
The doctor paused a bit, then spoke slowly. "Better. I don't feel any
pain at all. It must have been the cold water. The pain will probably
return when my core temperature returns to normal."
"Well you certainly look better," Desmond said. "You looked like an
old man going into the river, but now you look like yourself again."
River looked closely at the doctor. The river had not made him any
younger, but the cancer had made him look older than his 58 years. Now
he looked that age again. She knew that the cancer was gone, but
didn't want to argue with the man. They drove back to town in silence,
parking at the hospital.
"Do you want me to take you home, Fred?" Desmond asked.
"No, I think I will putter around a bit in here," the doctor replied.
"I want to send to the hospital in Sault and get them to send up my
biopsy results. I need to look at them again."
"I'm going to just head down to the store," River said, leaving the
two men, smiling.
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