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“I sit on the bed at a crooked angel, one foot on the floor, my hip against the tent of Mom's legs, my elbows on the hospital table.”
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Michael Dorris has crafted a fierce saga of three generations of Indian women, beset by hardships and torn by angry secrets, yet inextricably joined by the bonds of kinship. Starting in the present day and moving backward, the novel is.