“Tinka and I used to come up here, when her grandparents were still alive. We climbed this path every day,” she said, and pointed to a small knoll to one side. “We would sit there and watch for whales.” Nivi caught a tear as it rolled down her cheek and wiped it away. “That’s why I wanted to bury her here, so that she can look for whales. Is that silly?”
“Eeqqi,” Maratse said. “It is a good place.”
“You’re from the east? Tasiilaq?”
“But you chose to move here?”
“For a while.”
“A new start.”
“I understand,” she said. “I need your help, Constable.” Nivi looked at Maratse. She took a breath and bit her bottom lip, as if she was making a decision, wondering if it was the right one.
“I’m not a policeman anymore,” he said.
“But you still wear the jacket?”
Maratse shrugged. “It is a good jacket.”
I’m being cheeky today, less behind the scenes, just a quote, about Maratse’s jacket! I’ve used this as one of his props in almost every story about Maratse, and even the ones in which he just flits in and out. Maratse’s jacket is like Sherlock Holmes’ pipe, synonymous with the character. It’s plucked straight out of “Writing Memorable Characters 101”, and, for a lot of readers, it seems to work. 🙂
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