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She
looks
off
to
the
men
on
the
ancient
,
rickety
,
zigzagging
scaffolding
that
has
been
growing
and
branching
out
among
the
rocks
of
the
falls
for
hundreds
of
years
.
"
Whereas
if
we
meet
now
with
the
husband
and
make
some
abrupt
offer
,
we
may
run
up
against
an
untold
amount
of
Navaho
stubbornness
and
love
of
--
I
suppose
we
must
call
it
home
.
"
I
start
to
tell
them
he
's
not
Navaho
,
but
think
what
's
the
use
if
they
do
n't
listen
?
They
do
n't
care
what
tribe
he
is
.
The
woman
smiles
and
nods
at
both
the
men
,
a
smile
and
a
nod
to
each
,
and
her
eyes
ring
them
up
,
and
she
begins
to
move
stiffly
back
to
their
car
,
talking
in
a
light
,
young
voice
.
"
As
my
sociology
professor
used
to
emphasize
,
'
There
is
generally
one
person
in
every
situation
you
must
never
underestimate
the
power
of
.
'
"
And
they
get
back
in
the
car
and
drive
away
,
with
me
standing
there
wondering
if
they
ever
even
saw
me
.
I
was
kind
of
amazed
that
I
'd
remembered
that
.
It
was
the
first
time
in
what
seemed
to
me
centuries
that
I
'd
been
able
to
remember
much
about
my
childhood
.
It
fascinated
me
to
discover
I
could
still
do
it
.
I
lay
in
bed
awake
,
remembering
other
happenings
,
and
just
about
that
time
,
while
I
was
half
in
a
kind
of
dream
,
I
heard
a
sound
under
my
bed
like
a
mouse
with
a
walnut
.
I
leaned
over
the
edge
of
the
bed
and
saw
the
shine
of
metal
biting
off
pieces
of
gum
I
knew
by
heart
.
The
black
boy
named
Geever
had
found
where
I
'd
been
hiding
my
chewing
gum
;
was
scraping
the
pieces
off
into
a
sack
with
a
long
,
lean
pair
of
scissors
open
like
jaws
.
I
jerked
back
up
under
the
covers
before
he
saw
me
looking
.
My
heart
was
banging
in
my
ears
,
scared
he
'd
seen
me
.
I
wanted
to
tell
him
to
get
away
,
to
mind
his
own
business
and
leave
my
chewing
gum
alone
,
but
I
could
n't
even
let
on
I
heard
.
I
lay
still
to
see
if
he
'd
caught
me
bending
over
to
peek
under
the
bed
at
him
,
but
he
did
n't
give
any
sign
--
all
I
heard
was
the
zzzth-zzzth
of
his
scissors
and
pieces
falling
into
the
sack
,
reminded
me
of
hailstones
the
way
they
used
to
rattle
on
our
tar-paper
roof
.
He
clacked
his
tongue
and
giggled
to
himself
.
"
Um-ummm
.
Lord
Bawd
amighty
.
Hee
.
I
wonder
how
many
times
this
muthuh
chewed
some
o
'
this
stuff
?
Just
as
hard
.
"
