Citizenship

his other who live on the Canadian side of US border want to go to Lake City to visit Laetitia, the narrator's Salt they try to go back to Ca being turned back at the American border anac The Canadian border guard was a young woman, and she seemed see us. she said. "You folks sure have a great day for a The woman's name was Carol and I don't guess she was any old Laetitia. "Wow, you both Canadians? "Blackfoot. who is Blackfoot. You "Really? I have a friend I went to school with bringing any liquor are you?' Any cigarettes or plants or stuff like that?" Citizenship? Blackfoot. I know said the woman and I'd be proud of being Blackfoot if were Blackfoot. But you have to be American or We parked the car to the side of the building and Carol led us into a small on the second floor. When I woke up, my mother was just coming out of another office. She didn't say a word to me. I followed her down the stairs and out to the car. I thought we were going home, but she turned the car around and drove back towards the American border, which made me think we were going to visit Laetitia in Salt Lake City after all. Instead she pulled into the parking lot of the duty-fre store and stopped The narrator and his mother spend two days and two nights in the no-man's. land between Canada and the US with neither permission to where to go back they came from nor to go over to the American side. Early the next morning the television vans beagan to arrive and guysCanada, the True North Barly the next morning. the television varas began to arrive. and guys in suits women in dresses came trotting over to tas, dragging microphones and and lights behind them. They mostly talked to my mother. Every so en one of the reporters would come over and ask me questions about how it t to be an Indian without a country. Around noon, a good-looking guy drove up in a fancy car He talked to my for a while. they were done talking my mother Dalled me grid we got into our car -Where are we going now? "Going to visit Laetitia The guard who came out to our car was all smiles. The television lights were bright they hurt my eyes, and, if you tried to look through the windshield certain directions, you couldn't see a thing. Morning, ma'am. Good morning." Where you heading?" "Salt Lake City." "Parpose of your visit?" my daughter." "Citizenship? The guard jammed his thumbs into his gun belt. "Thank you," he said, his patting the butt of the revolver. "Have a pleasant trip. Thomas KINe. Borders in Onr Good Story. That one 19sul

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