Monday, September 21. Marsha tells me that these trucks have the absolute right of way because they cannot stop for anything. Just after my brush with death, I arrive at the house of Glenna Begay, my Dineh host. Glenna's house is warm and lit by kerosene lamp. Adults and children sit around a table and on couches, some gnawing charred bones.
Boiled macaroni floats in a pot of water with no sauce.
I poke the hard, dirt-covered floor with my foot. Marsha and I go to her trailer, which is on Glenna's land. We talk until late, smoking Marlboros under the stars, which glitter sharply in the deep, blue-black sky. I see the Milky Way for the first time. Tuesday, September 22.