41 SHAKE DOWN TRIBAL LANDS
Two Weeks Later
While Joseph Prato hurriedly walked to his car on the driveway, he yelled back towards his home, “Patricia, Becca, hurry up. Are you guys ready? We’ll have to leave soon if we’re going to stop for breakfast first.”
After entering the car, he inserted the key into the ignition and started it. The car roared the way older vehicles do, smoke coming out of the exhaust and billowing into the air. Dressed more like he was going to an interview rather than the typical clothes he wore to work, Joseph was excited. He waited so long to get to this point. The death of his youngest son, Fredrick, was devastating to the family. The shame of learning that his son was a drug dealer who spent years in jail was finally in his past. Today was about the
