North
In Ojibwe ways, north is the direction of rest and a time to contemplate all the changes.
In Ojibwe ways, north is the direction of rest and a time to contemplate all the changes.The girls set out north on a magenta sunset to avoid the heat and daytime stares and easy sight of cops. At the Sinclair station, the worker glanced up once at the girls but kept his attention on the 1956 Packard engine he was working on.
“Fifty-six?” Sher asked, one thumb hooked behind the strap of the pack. Her grandpa had fixed one for some Chicago gangsters who could not risk going into town. “On their way to a cabin in Ely,” he said when telling the story of his brush with mobsters. “Only white men who ever paid me well.”
“Know how we can get to the state fair?” Sher asked. “Nice sidewalls.”
“That
