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They screamed that he was of Anglo stock in case there were any doubt. His apparent tanned skinned, his chiseled chin and his new strut were movie star quality. His intensive exercise over the past months commanded admiring looks. Banks was transforming and he liked it.
      He skipped down the stairs from his apartment. His good mood changed as Chief Dan sauntered over while chewing tobacco. “Banks, you look white. You’re going to them, that family, that rich white family with the blind boy. Always remember that this tribe is your home. Always remember that the Spirit Above Your Head sees all. Remember who you are and what you will be.”  
    Banks angered. He thought, “They don’t care about that shit, Uncle. And neither do I.” But he did not say that. He simply nodded to his uncle with respect. It was all part of walking the tightrope.
    The Chief continued, “I don’t care about them, nephew. I care about you. You should stay with us and watch the falling sky here…where you belong.”  
    Banks brushed off his uncle considerately, “I’m running late.” Using his uncle’s tactics Banks added, “I made a promise that the Spirit would be unhappy if I broke.”
    Banks drove off as Marilyn sauntered towards the Chief. Dan stared at the beauty of the setting sun. Marilyn asked, “Are we losing him, Chief?” The Chief continued to watch the sun set out of sight. He spat out tobacco which marred Marilyn’s sun setting appreciation of the moment.

    At nightfall, in the spacious backyard of the Powers’ house, Stan Powers completed the arranging of a circle of reclining lawn chairs. There were eight of them. Stan’s mind drifted off to the circle of life. If only Julie and he could be one again. A bead of sweat dripped from his forehead. As he wiped his forehead clean, his thoughts turned to the scarlet letter A. Yes, Stan knew his adultery broke a commandment. He thought about confession and going to church with his family tomorrow. From the scarlet letter A, his mind wandered to a red Acura. Yes, red is Tricia’s color. Maybe he should buy her a new car. Somehow it might assuage the guilt, that nagging guilt.
    Stan checked the barbeque. Julie greeted Murray and Dassi Abrams and their daughter Ann. Tricia played with her cell as Peyton, with the use of his cane, guided to a lawn chair. For an instant, all looked up to the sky just in case the meteorites fired up.  
    And then the doorbell chimed. Banks. Julie gestured to Tricia to get the door. She snapped a gum crack but reluctantly she obeyed. When she let Banks in, Tricia thought that Banks was astonishingly sexy. But the thought flew out of her mind when she reminded herself that he was an Indian.  
    Banks wanted to say very little to Tricia. He was worried about misinterpretations. Indifference coated with civility was the evening’s goal. He glanced at her positively well-endowed rack and quickly looked away. This was successful since Tricia looked at herself in the mirror when Banks made his glance. He thought about all the young Indian girls that were paying him too much attention. It would have been easy to get any of those girls into the sack but realized that this would create obligations. He wanted no obligations to girls. Especially Indian girls. He would find other ways to suppress his sexual drive. To give into his sexual urges was to prevent his goal from coming to fruition.
    Tricia Powers guided Banks Blackhorse to the backyard. All of Banks’ thoughts about girls were about to change.
    The moment Banks walked into the backyard, conversation ceased and all eyes were glued to him. But it was the eyes of Ann Abrams that locked with intensity. Banks was stirred with feelings he never thought he’d have. Hopefully this was not interfere with his long range plans. The other guests were in a fog. But Ann and Banks saw each other quite clearly. It was a new feeling for Banks; it was…passion for another. It was beyond sex. All were aware of