"I am suggesting that you are one of those rare people who transcends 
tribes, and you certainly don't need a bosom anymore," Miss Matheson said. 
"You will find, in time, that this tribe is as good as any other—better 
than most, really." Miss Matheson exhaled deeply and seemed to dissolve into 
her blankets. "Now, I haven't long. So give us a kiss, and then be on your 
way, girl."