She came in her big, burgundy-colored car, dust all over the side panels. He wore a buttoned vest, even in Glacier; though here in the west he wore jodhpurs and high boots, instead of suit pants and shoes. Sometimes, when he painted, the figures remained modern Indians; and sometimes their clothes became traditional. Zoquitl was in the birthing room, sitting wedged against the wall, with a bowl of pungent tea in her veined hands.
er now like film stills, pictures that made her mother common property, like an actress or a politician. It all went in the trash. A chickadee hangs upside down from a cone and yanks determinedly at a seed. Peppers, sauerkraut, and—“No epizote.
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