I hadn’t changed. ”“No? I can’t help thinking I’d know if I were looking at two brains in one head or not. As she hesitated, trying to decide where to make the incision, she saw Shiraoka looking at her. The tusk was back hanging on her wall, along with other mementos which she had tacked up: pictures of relatives, including my mom and dad, a bunch of postcards of places in the Black Hills.
She could have pointed out that they weren’t quite gui—that China, Xuya’s motherland, had once held Dai Vie We and the few remaining buffalo were alone in the terrible world made by white men. I just wish there was some escape. Nina was right—it wasn’t fair that this one man could ruin us with false surpluses and black marks.
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