One day in fifth grade, he told me "We're going out to Michigan for your Grandma Rani's 90th birthday. All of your uncles and aunts and cousins are throwing her a big party."
Cousins? Potawatomi boys my own age?
I remembered the naked Indian boy that Bill and I saw at the Pow Wow last summer -- huge beneath the belt.
And Cousin Joe, half Indian -- huge.
Suddenly I was very interested in meeting my Indian cousins.
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