"Yes," Snow whispered. Really, Sam probably knew more about Indians than
she did, at least as far as quantifiable information. She had never known
even her own mother--Gun That Sings had died giving birth to her. Bear was
the first person who had ever told her--shown her--that there was no shame
in being who and what she was.
And now all she had was that fucking room making fun of her. Snow folded in
on herself then and went back to not speaking.
no subject
"Yes," Snow whispered. Really, Sam probably knew more about Indians than she did, at least as far as quantifiable information. She had never known even her own mother--Gun That Sings had died giving birth to her. Bear was the first person who had ever told her--shown her--that there was no shame in being who and what she was.
And now all she had was that fucking room making fun of her. Snow folded in on herself then and went back to not speaking.