"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.