Love Medicine

"Ahhhhh," she said, surprised, almost in pain, "you got to be."

"I got to be what, honeysuckle?" He tightened his arm around her slim shoulders. They were sitting in a booth with a few others, drinking Angel Wings. Her mouth, the lipstick darkly blurred now, tipped unevenly toward his. 

"You got to be different," she breathed. 

-"The World's Greatest Fisherman" (1982), Louse Erdrich

I'm having a hard time figuring my way into this revision, so I sat down with a master. Every time I come back to the book, I find something else that stuns me. 

I'm at School for Advanced Research in Santa Fe as Indigenous Writer-in-Residence now, speaking of stunning, beautiful gifts. I'm going to finish this book.