Perhaps it was high atop the Crazy Horse monument in South Dakota that So-sie's suspicions were first raised. Yes, there was something vaguely indigenous about her son Zachary's appearance, particularly when juxtaposed with the granite visage of the legendary Native American. When So-sie returned home, she studied her husband Bill, and the same odd feeling overtook her. That was summers ago. She quietly put her thoughts aside.
But now, after a spring trip to Ohio to see relatives and to memorialize her late mother-in-law Betty, everything makes perfect sense. Her husband, she has now learned, is part Mohican, and so, of course, her son. Not enough blood to earn shares in a casino, but just enough for the husband to annoy the wife with smug references to "my people."
Perhaps it was high atop the Crazy Horse monument in South Dakota that So-sie's suspicions were first raised. Yes, there was something vaguely indigenous about her son Zachary's appearance, particularly when juxtaposed with the granite visage of the legendary Native American. When So-sie returned home, she studied her husband Bill, and the same odd feeling overtook her. That was summers ago. She quietly put her thoughts aside.
But now, after a spring trip to Ohio to see relatives and to memorialize her late mother-in-law Betty, everything makes perfect sense. Her husband, she has now learned, is part Mohican, and so, of course, her son. Not enough blood to earn shares in a casino, but just enough for the husband to annoy the wife with smug references to "my people."
