And my dad, well, he just basically told me he was proud of me, and was thrilled that I had found someone that complimented me so well. All in all, ye...h, I think you made the best impression that was humanly possible.Good. I figured it went well, I just wanted to make sure there wasn't anything I needed to be aware of next time I come over. We should also figure out a time that our parents can meet. Now that they all approve, and since you and I have already decided we are in it for good, we. At the river River pretty much duplicated the ceremony from Monday.After Harold had done a sweetgrass cleansing, the elders were assistedinto the water by their relatives. River sang the song of the people andtheir history, and watched as the elders from the hospital puffed upwith pride, remembering their storied past. These older peopleremembered the days of the 50s and 60s, when First Nations people weretreated as second class citizens, made to do their shopping in the localstores before 9. His shoulders were tight and his breaths were as heavy as Samira’s.“Adam! Adam! Adam!” Samira squealed on what little she pulled into her lungs.“Yeah!” He bit down saying “Sam--” He shut that misstep up, cutting her name to Saw-muh. He was about to call her Samaura. He wasn’t going to do that to her or to his redheaded best friend.“Oh, I just figured out my body did this!” Samira belted out as her body shook and tightened around Adam. “It feels so good.”Adam beamed with pride. Holy crap! He. No more grubby sportswear for him. The boy was dressed inimmaculate white dress-shorts and a cute summery shirt made of whatlooked like actual silk. And he seemed to like it!Carol thought about her boy and how the soccer coach had, after all,however jokingly, suggested ballet to the boys as a way to improve theirskills, but the jerk had made it clear he didn't think anyone would gofor it. Silly ass. She knew in her heart it would help the shy but quickyoung son, and when Francesca showed her.