We were looking through pictures taken at a writer’s conference I recently attended.
“She has really nice hair,” hubby remarked about my friend Jill.
“Isn’t it gorgeous?” I responded. “It’s like pure, black silk. She said her mom is Native American.”
“What tribe?” he asked.
I gave him my best “are you serious?” look. Only a boy who has grown up on a reservation would even think to ask that question.