Amelia’s Revolution
By Kim Flowers
Two-Spirit held a wooden bowl high and slammed it on the raccoon-hide blanket on the ground. The bone dice inside jumped. “I win!” He adjusted his soft brown robe, which was cut in a style that would befit either a man or a woman. His hair fell in black curtains to his shoulders. “Would you like to play again?”
I didn’t know Two-Spirit’s real name, even though he was my best friend. Only his close family and name-giver knew. Like him, sometimes I didn’t dress according to normal gender roles. Today I wore a style that had first become popular across the ocean: black pants, a white, long-sleeved dress shirt with a high-stand collar, and a gray Mulrooney vest. My blonde hair was pulled back into a long braid.
“Brother!” Two-Spirit’s sister Fawn appeared
