“After I washed and dried her

I put her to bed in a T-shirt that one of Mama’s people had brought me one summer from Kentucky Lake.  It was tight on me, and said DAMN I’M GOOD.  I am skinny and flat-chested like a model, and always looked great in that T-shirt if I say so myself.   It was turquoise with red letters, and came down past the baby’s knees.  “These are good colors,” I said, trying to pull it over her sleepy, bobbing head.  “Indian colors.”  Finally her hands were empty and relaxed.  She was asleep.” *~

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