Tell you what Ralle the Sioux Control once told me.
He said the dead had souls, but when I asked him
How could that be—I thought the dead were souls,
He broke my trance. Don’t that make you suspicious
That there’s something the dead are keeping back?
Yes, there’s something the dead are keeping back.
Son. You wouldn’t want to tell him what we have
Up attic, mother?
Mother. Bones—a skeleton.
Son. But the headboard of mother’s bed is pushed