if I didn't already know. "You want a kitten?"
"Um, thank you, no," I said, with my best Christian children's home manners.
Aggie carried the pink basket back onto the porch. It was really pink - flamingo - with a pink bow on top. The basket was about three feet wide, with a huge hoop handle, the biggest basket I had ever seen, and Aggie placed it at Uni Lisi's feet. The blanket Aggie set inside was fleece, yellow with red and green polka dots all over it, a color combo that was . . . interesting at best. Queenie walked past, her tail high, and hissed at me, warning me to stay away. She leaped gracefully into the basket and began pawing the blanket into submission, ignoring me totally now. Aggie sat beside me and drank her tea, sighing once as she eyed the cat. "Kittens," she murmured with disgust.
"I brought you gifts," I said. I tilted up the paper bag, and two small foil-wrapped packages fell into my hand, each one tied with hemp string. I placed the silver foil - wrapped one in front of Aggie, and the gold foil - wrapped one in front of Uni Lisi. The old woman clapped her hands together like a child and began tearing at the paper. Aggie took hers and untied the string. They both got them open at the same time. Both women made little oohing and aahing sounds as they lifted their necklaces to the light.
"I'd have brought them to you on my last visit, but I didn't come inside."
Uni Lisi swatted her daughter's hand. "You should have brought her inside. She had presents." Aggie looked at me under her brows and I stifled a grin.
"The amethyst came from a small mine near the Nantahala River," I said, "on Cherokee land. A Cherokee silver artist named Daniel Running Bear did the silver work. Daniel Yonv Adisi. I found the silver chains online and they probably came from China. They should be long enough to just put over your head," I finished. I had planned that part carefully, remembering the older woman's knobby hands, but if I had seen her shelling beans, I'd have just bought her a short chain and let her use the clasp.
Aggie and her mother draped their necklaces over their heads in gestures that looked choreographed, the twin actions of people who had lived together for many years. Aggie looked at me with a smile, the first one I had seen on her face today. "They are beautiful. Thank you, Dalonige i Digadoli."
"Oh yes. This is pretty. Pretty, pretty!" Uni Lisi patted her amethyst between her shrunken breasts. "I like purple."
I nodded formally to each of them. "You are welcome, Egini Agayvlge i, Uni Lisi."
"Mama, you wanted to tell Jane about your dream."
"Yes." The old woman nodded, her hands busy once again with the beans. "I have many dreams as I get older. Some are nothing. Some are something. This one was something." A prickling ran up the back of my neck, as if cobwebs trailed across me. I placed the tea glass on the table, my hands curled around it, wet with condensation, cold from the ice. Uni Lisi drank again, her lips making that smacking sound when she was done. She reached down and stroked the cat, feeling along her belly. Queenie rolled over and let the old woman feel of her stomach. "Fat kittens. I count four. Maybe more." She looked at me again. "You sure you don't want a kitten?"
I shook my head, waiting on the dream. The dreams of the elders were important, not to be ignored.
"This dream was strange, even for me. It was about a man hanging over a fire."
I stilled, slowly dropping my hands into my lap, my tea glass forgotten. "A white man?"
She nodded, returning to the beans. "Dirty. Naked. He had a beard, like he needed to shave. His mustache was longer, like he had it first. Brown hair. Brown hands. He was dead. He had been cooked over a slow fire for many hours." She looked at me from under her brows. "This was not the way of Tsalagiyi. Not the way of The People. This was the way of the Mohicans, maybe. Or the Creek. Savages. Not Tsalagiyi." She nodded once, firmly, her hands flying through the beans. "Not Tsalagiyi."
If I thought it was strange for a member of one tribe to call another tribe savages, I didn't show it. I kept still, waiting