Green Grass, Running Water [antikvár]

"What do you think, lionel? Maybe something in blue?" Norma began pulling pieces of carpet out of her purse and placing them on her lap. She stuck the larger pieces on the dashboard. "I hke the green, too." Lionel could feel his eyes start to settle. The radio would have helped him stay awake, but it had stopped working months before. "What color do you think your mother will choose?" "Wouldn't hold my breath." "Band council's already voted the money." "They've done that before," said Lionel, and he reached up and pinched his cheek. "Well, I'm going to order the blue. It reminds me of the sky. Going to get money to paint the house, too." "Wouldn't hold my breath." "Council is even talking about paving the lease road. Asphalt, all the way. I was at the meeting." "What happened? Council run out of dirt and gravel?" Norma shook her head. "Lionel, if you weren't my sister's boy, and if I didn't see you born with my own eyes, I would sometimes think you were white. You sound just like those politicians in Edmonton. Always telling us what we can't do." { 7