South
In Ojibwe ways, in the south direction a person is no longer a child but not yet an adult. A person is wandering and searching.
The girls arrived in the city with $12 and two empty stomachs, their grandfather’s World War II pack, two stainless steel cups, some face makeup, gum, and a lighter. The bus driver turned on his speaker and announced, “Minneapolis. Ten-forty p.m. Ten-minute layover. We’ll be in Saint Paul in twenty-five minutes.” He stretched his arms, yawned and stepped off the bus. Sher and Kristin stared at the seats in front of them and then looked at one another.
“This it?”
“Yah.” Kristin swallowed, but it turned into a gulp.
“Want to go on to Saint Paul?”
“Nah.”
“Okay then. Ready?”
Kristin picked up the pack and stepped into the aisle, setting the bag against t
