Okay, no. No fucking lectures. You think I don't know that cops suck? Not like where we came from? And where's that? Fucking Mayfield? You know you're exactly the type of person they rush out of Dunkin' Donuts for. Not the— the shitty Indian kid who got busted shoplifting bracelets from Claire's when she was fourteen.
[ Okay, deep breath.
Growing up on the reservation, too many of the ghosts had looked like her. Women with feathered hair, women in baggy sweatshirts, women with engagement rings on their fingers. They clawed at doors and peered hopelessly into windows. They were just trying to find their way home.
Looking sullen, she finds some solace in her nachos. Her life is not Frank's fault, it's not his responsibility. She sees an able-bodied white man and assumes all the luck, all the happiness. Born on third base.
She's very, very wrong about that. Maybe one day, she'll figure that out. ]
I wanted a chance to try. [ Her tone has deflated somewhat from its previous hot rush of anger. ] You end up somewhere, you hope it's better than where you came from.
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[ Okay, deep breath.
Growing up on the reservation, too many of the ghosts had looked like her. Women with feathered hair, women in baggy sweatshirts, women with engagement rings on their fingers. They clawed at doors and peered hopelessly into windows. They were just trying to find their way home.
Looking sullen, she finds some solace in her nachos. Her life is not Frank's fault, it's not his responsibility. She sees an able-bodied white man and assumes all the luck, all the happiness. Born on third base.
She's very, very wrong about that. Maybe one day, she'll figure that out. ]
I wanted a chance to try. [ Her tone has deflated somewhat from its previous hot rush of anger. ] You end up somewhere, you hope it's better than where you came from.