34 INVESTIGATION TRIBAL LANDS
The Next Day
As Patricia was thoroughly washing the brown, tepary beans, she insisted that her daughter, Becca, help her with the corn kernels so that Patricia could focus on pouring the beans into a large, aluminum pot. Patricia previously made the traditional, family recipe multiple times per year. This time, it was for a tribal festival. She needed a larger amount than normal so that there was enough to serve the numerous tribal members attending the potluck at the festival.
“Becca, I know you’re up,” Patricia said. “I can hear you rustling around in your bedroom. Come out and help me.”
A groaning sound was heard from her bedroom. Then the sound of footsteps lethargically walking towards the kitchen.
Rubbing both her eyes with her fingers, she mo
