'Speaking of love and adoration, how's Glenn?'

'Glenn doesn't count. He's in for the kids. I've got wide hips and big tits and he thinks I'll be fertile.'

'So when do you start?'

'I'm not going to do it. The planet's fucked enough without me turning out more hungry mouths.'

'You really feel that?'

'No, but I think it,' Adrianna said. 'I feel very broody, especially when I'm with him. So I keep away when there's a chance, you know, I might give in.'

'He must love that.'

'It drives him crazy. He'll leave me eventually. He'll find some earthmother who just wants to make babies.'

'Couldn't you adopt? Make you both happy?'

'We talked about it, but Glenn's determined to continue the family line. He says it's his animal instincts.'

'Ah, the natural man.'

'This from a guy who plays in a string quartet for a living.'

'So what are you going to do?'

'Let him go. Get myself a man who doesn't care if he's the last of his line, and still wants to fuck like a tiger on Saturday night.'

'You know what?'

'I should have been queer. I know. We would have made a lovely couple. Now, are you going to move your butt? This damn bear's not going to wait forever.'

CHAPTER IV

i

As the afternoon light began to fail, the wind veered, and came out of the northeast across Hudson Bay, rattling the door and windows of Guthrie's shack, like something lonely and invisible, wanting comfort at the table. The old man sat in his old leather armchair and savoured the gale's din like a connoisseur. He had long ago given up on the charms of the human voice. It was more often than not a courier of lies and confusions, or so he had come to believe; if he never heard another syllable uttered in his life he would not think himself the poorer. All he needed by way of communication was the sound he was listening to now. The wind's mourn and whine was