Authors: Debra Shiveley Welch
Ret
u
r
n
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n
g
t
o
t
h
e fro
n
t of t
h
e
bu
il
d
i
n
g, and s
k
irting
t
h
e are
n
a to
t
h
e staircase
at
the
western
e
nd
of
the
s
o
uth
e
rn
wall,
So
n
n
y
asce
n
ded
t
h
e
stai
r
s
sl
o
wly,
as
if
to
savor
w
h
at
h
e
k
n
ew
awaited
h
i
m
o
n
t
h
e
second level,
t
h
e
fine
dini
n
g
a
rea of
Cedar Wo
m
an.
Paus
i
ng
at
t
h
e
t
op of
t
h
e s
t
a
i
rs,
S
o
n
n
y a
llow
ed h
i
m
se
l
f
t
h
e
p
l
eas
u
re of feasti
n
g
his
eyes
u
p
o
n
t
h
e
s
econd s
t
ory
d
i
ni
n
g r
o
o
m
.
La
u
gh
i
ng
t
o
h
i
m
se
l
f,
he
re
m
e
m
b
ered
Lena
c
a
lli
ng
i
t
“su
m
p
t
u
o
us
l
y s
i
m
p
le,” en
jo
y
i
n
g t
h
e
o
x
y
m
o
r
o
n o
n
ce a
g
ain.
Sh
e’
s
a
b
s
o
l
u
tel
y
ri
ght
,
he
s
aid
to
hi
m
self,
si
g
h
i
n
g
de
e
p
ly
and
enjoying
the
v
i
ew
b
e
fore
hi
m
.
She
nailed
it.
It
is
simple,
yet
everything
i
s here
t
o as
s
u
r
e a
g
u
es
t
’s
c
o
m
f
or
t
.
I
n
viting
a
n
d
w
ar
m
,
t
h
e
r
o
om
was
ser
e
ne
a
n
d un
c
o
m
plicated
with
its
s
u
bd
u
e
d
,
s
h
immeri
n
g
lig
h
tin
g
a
n
d
ele
g
a
n
t
setti
ng
s.
The
sa
m
e four top
a
n
d
two
top
c
h
e
r
ry w
oo
d
tables
and
c
h
airs w
e
re featur
e
d
here –
echo
i
ng
catlinite
light fixtur
e
s
and
l
u
m
inous cork
f
l
ooring
filled
t
h
e space with
g
lowing
a
m
b
er lig
h
t.
Linen
t
a
blecl
o
ths
in
a de
e
p sh
a
d
e
o
f
si
en
na
c
ov
e
red e
a
ch
table. Inste
a
d
of daisies,
b
un
d
les
of
f
r
e
s
h
he
r
b
s nestled
wit
h
in
s
m
all
hand- thrown
pots
in
a
delicate
sh
a
d
e
of
o
c
h
e
r.
For
tonight,
howev
e
r
,
a
s
m
all b
ou
quet
o
f wil
d
f
l
ow
e
rs
w
ou
l
d
ac
c
o
m
pany t
h
e fr
a
gr
a
n
t
s
p
r
a
y
s.
Pai
n
ti
n
gs
b
y
such
tale
n
ted
Nati
v
e
A
m
erican
artists
as
Ste
v
en Yazzie,
of
the
Nav
a
jo,
whose art
“exp
l
ores the
beauty
and
chaos of
the
n
atural
wor
l
d
c
o
lli
d
i
n
g
with
ma
n
’s
i
d
eals
”
105
and
excell
e
nt
exa
m
ples
of Ledger
Art,
106
li
n
ed
t
h
e walls
o
f
t
h
e si
m
p
le a
n
d
g
racef
u
l
d
i
n
i
ng area.
It
was
a
room to
fill
all
o
f
t
h
e
se
n
ses.
S
o
ft
m
u
sic
b
y Nati
v
e A
m
erican
m
u
sicians
su
c
h
as Sonor
o
u
s
,
a
J
a
zz
band
led by
Matt
Yazzie, (bro
t
h
er
t
o
a
rtists
Stev
e
n
Yazz
i
e,
a
n
d
Michael
Littl
e
),
a
n
d
Br
e
n
t Bl
o
u
n
t
107
,
a
n
e
l
e
m
entary
school
teach
e
r,
who
s
e perfor
m
a
nces on the Tenor
S
a
x,
C
l
arinet,
Blues
a
nd
Jazz Guitar,
and
Native
American
Flute, played
in
the backgrou
n
d.
Bea
u
tif
u
l
art
li
n
ed
t
h
e walls,
sil
k
y
li
n
ens cov
e
r
e
d
each table,
echoed in
napki
n
s
and
upholstery.
The
aro
m
atic scents of
fre
s
h
ly
pr
e
p
a
r
ed
f
o
o
d
s
w
ou
l
d
s
o
o
n
dr
i
f
t
t
h
ro
u
g
h
t
h
e
e
n
ti
r
e restaura
n
t,
and
g
u
ests
wo
u
ld
feast
on
d
elici
ou
s
m
eals
i
n
s
p
ired
b
y
Nati
v
e A
m
erican
cuis
i
n
e.