"Emily Gaskin - The Green Corn Dance" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gaskin Emily)

"We go to hospitals now, you know."


Steve shakes his head. "You can say what you like, Betty Dove, but I know you
want to go."
"It will be too close to term. I would rather not leave you."


"Then I'll go with you."


"Steve--"


"Sure, why not? We've been married three years. You'd think your clan would be
over it by now."


I cannot meet his eyes. "That's not it," I say slowly. "They like you. They are
happy about the baby."


"Right."


"But the Green Corn Dance, Steve, that is different. It is not for outsiders."


Steve's fist comes down on the table. My water glass splashes over. "You're
carrying my child! How can I still be an outsider?"


I do not tell him that my family does not know, as I do, how love can grow
around a hurt. They still have no medicine to forgive his kind.


Instead, I take Steve's hand, and I rub it against my face, the way I do when he
wakes up shaking from his dreams. "Please."


My husband looks at me with that mournful, night-wind sigh.


"We'll go down to the reservation," I say. "There is the safari, and you can see
all the hunters in the Everglades. Birds, alligators, maybe even the panther--"


"Dammit, Betty, that's a distraction for tourists." His voice is faint, like rushing