of flickering ash rose skyward. âYou are very fortunate to live in such a place,â she said. âI hadnât really thought much about it until this last year.â She gave me a questioning look. âI was away at school,â I explained. âThere is no school in your village?â âThere is for the little kids, but once you hit grade seven you have to head south if you want to keep going.â âYou went to Edmonton?â âI didnât say way down south. Just to Fort McMurray. Thatâs about a two-hour flight from here.â âAnd did your father fly you in every day?â âI wish. I lived down there. There are dormitories. Itâs a residential school.â âDid you come home for weekends?â âI did sometimes because my father could fly me in, but for most kids itâs often months before they get to go home. Some canât even go home for Christmas.â âThat is so unfortunate, but I imagine there is no alternative.â I shrugged. âSome kids just quit school.â âYou mean they donât finish the higher forms?â âDo you mean grades?â She nodded. âSome drop out partway through grade seven. They just go home and donât come back.â There were times Iâd been tempted myselfâto stay home and forget about school, pick up work in the village like some kids did and never leave. But my family would have killed me! And anyway, I had other plans. Big plans. âBut surely they must realize that their education is essential to pursue higher learning and professional status.â âWhat?â I asked. She didnât answer right away. âTo go to university and get a good job, you need to go to school.â âUniversity isnât for everybody, and lots of jobs donât take much schooling. Rayâs only got grade seven and he has a pretty good business. Trappers donât need any education. My motherâs only got grade ten and her art sells really well.â âI was not intending to slight anybody,â she said. âYou just donât know how hard it is to be away from your family like that,â I said. âI do know.â âI donât mean like on a vacation for a few days.â âI know exactly what you mean,â she said. âI also attend a residential school.â âYou?â âFor the past three school years, since I was ten years old.â âBut you live in a city. There must be schools around.â âMany. Dozens. Perhaps hundreds.â âSo why donât you go to one of those?â I asked. âItâs tradition.â âWhat does that mean?â âMy mother and my grandmother and her mother before that all attended the same institution.â âInstitution? I thought we were talking about schools.â She laughed. âApparently theyâre the same thing.â âAnd what about your brother?â âHe will be leaving home for the first time this fall.â âAt least youâll have some family around then,â I said. âMy school is exclusively a girlsâ school, and heâll be attending a boysâ academy in Scotland.â âIs your school in Scotland?â âEngland.â âSo you two wonât even be in the same country ?â She smiled. âNow that you have become acquainted with my brother, you can surely appreciate the benefits of that arrangement.â We both laughed. âYou are going to continue your education, arenât you?â âI donât have a choice. I want to be a pilot.â âLike your father.â âExactly. How about you? What do you want to be when you⦠?â I let the sentence trail off as I suddenly realized who I was talking to. âI guess youâll be a queen.â âActually, Iâll still be a princess. The crown