A Mention of Gratitude

14. Anna Adams stood perfectly still. Her gaze did not waver as she peered intently at a cigar store Indian adorning the entrance to a tobacconist’s shop in Greenwich Village. Oblivious to those who hurried past her in the hectic pace that marks time in one of the most laid-back villages in New York City, she had yet to notice that a Native American man had approached. He stood behind her, considering just as intently the object of her curiosity. His comment startled her.

“We want our country...