Chapter 10: BeginningsTHAT NIGHT OVER DINNER IN their small apartment, Kate told Zach, omitting the Tainchel aspect, that he’d be coming with her to Thunder Lake. His reaction was the opposite of her own.
“This is great!” he cried.
“Yeah,” she said, forcing happiness into her voice. “Great.”
“Maybe I’ll meet some Ojibwe kids. I could learn more about our culture.”
Our culture? She was full Cree and didn’t even think of it as her culture anymore. “You’re part Cree, not Ojibwe.”
“Yeah, but some stuff’s the same, right? Like the stories?”
Like the poverty and the way whites treat us, she thought. But she just nodded. “Yep. Language, too. Anthropologists lump the Cree, Ojibwe, Blackfoot, Micmac together as the Algonquian people, because our languages are so similar. But we never call our
