I was the first one to drive a convertible on my reservation. And of course it was red, a red Olds. I owned that car along with my brother Stephan...until his boots filled with water on a windy night.
We'll take you home.
All her hair was in buns around her ears, that's the first thing I saw. She was alongside the road with her arm out so we stopped.
Where do you live?
We got home just in time, it turned out, for the Army to remember Stephan had signed up to join it.
When he came home, though, Stephan was very different, and I'll say this, the change was no good. You could hardly expect him to change for the better; I know this. But he was quiet, so quiet, and never comfortable sitting still anywhere but always up and moving around.
Come sit, let's hang out?
My little sister Bonita came out and made us stand together for a picture...he took his other arm and put it over my shoulder, very carefully, as though it was heavy for him to lift and he didn't want to bring the weight down all at once.
He says this in a normal voice, like he just noticed and he doesn't know what to think of it. Then he's gone...It is all finally dark. And then there's only the water, the sound of it going and running and going and running and running.