without a whyAugust 26, 2009 11:24 am
I was expecting it
I was afraid of it
my warrior man
trying not to kill the thing I want to protect
And then I saw him, another Native man, leaning against a wall near the gift shop. Well, maybe he was Asian—lots of those in Seattle. He was a small man, pale brown, with muscular arms and a soft belly. Maybe he was Mexican, which is really a kind of Indian, too, but not the kind that I needed. It’s hard to tell sometimes what people are. Even brown people guess at the identity of other brown people.—Sherman Alexie
