Chapter 22
Canada, Twenty-Eight Years Ago
The next morning, before the sun’s rays broke over the sharp-toothed peaks, Noshi arose. The boy pushed himself onto one elbow. “Where are you going, Daddy?”
“Don’t wake your mother,” Noshi whispered. “Go to sleep. I’ll be back soon.”
When he returned, Chepi was awake, the boy, too, was awake but still in a tight ball at her side. He kept his eyes closed. “Where have you been?” she asked.
“Oh, I thought I’d try something new. I went out earlier, and guess what?”
“You killed a rabbit?”
“Yes, a big jack with plenty of good flesh on its bones.”
“Oh, thank God,” said Chepi. “Thank Holy God…”
Northern California, Present Time
As an undergraduate at UCLA, Maggie took an English lit class. She was surprised how much she enjoyed it, especially wh
