A slow smile spread across her toothless face as she heard a young voice call out softly."I saw your fire, can I come in?" The old woman recognized it...as the language of the whites, she frowned, hoping that it would have been another Indian. "I don't have a weapon, I won't do you any harm." The voice said as the area around them crackled from the impending storm.The woman stepped outside her teepee and held the flap aside for the youth to enter, he did and she drew it shut behind her. As she. Tapping starts. She shifts. He suddenly freezes, ‘NO more tapping!’ he tells himself.The rest of the class goes quietly. Bell rings, her other cheer squad pounce on her, sweeping her away towards the pep rally. She doesn’t look back. He doesn’t care. He knows she knows he exists. At the gym, it’s crowded, but to him, it’s totally empty except for her, far across the gym floor, pompoms, cheers, dancing, just for him.She doesn’t see him there.That night’s game is away, so as usual, he doesn’t get. I’d had the talk with her before but did I do enough to teach her properly, after all it is a parents job to teach their children.I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts but I can’t so I get up, pull on a pair of joggers and head towards the bathroom. I can hear the girls giggling with each other down in Clarissa’s bedroom, I wonder what they are talking about, is Selina reporting back to Clarissa, telling her about all the thinks I had done to her or are they coming up with a new way to. He'd had this sort of encounter before, knew what was coming."She is my wife, and that is our son," he answered, hoping the regularity of the status would discourage his accoster.The man spat down, narrowly missing Igwanda's shoes. "She spread 'em for every nigger?" he demanded with a sneer.Igwanda started to turn away, but the hand on his shoulder tightened. "I asked you a question, boy," the man growled.Deliberately Igwanda stared directly into the man's eyes. "Do not press this further," he.