You may be one kind of fool who never gets enough or another who gets too much. (p18) - Louise Erdrich

Don’t you want to be a U.S. citizen?” “What?” said Thomas. “We are citizens.” “Vote? You already can vote?” “Sure, back in 1924 we got the vote. After the black man, after the women. But we got the vote.

She turns to glance at me over her shoulder and I see that she has her capable face on, the face she wore on my two emergency-room visits, the face of packing the car for a vacation, the face I saw during Glen’s idiotic affair, the face of Thanksgiving dinner preparations for thirty people and the face of teacher’s conferences. It is the face that got me into college and the face that got Glen out of jail after many an arrest during protests. The face of I’ll take care of it. The face of failure is not an option.

We passed over in a sweep of sorrow that would persist into our small forever. We just keep going.