She nodded. “This is a special place, a holy place without a roof, because it’s the place where people’s spirits return after they’ve passed on.” She gestured down toward the Confluence. “My father is here and my mother, my uncles, my father’s parents, and my mother’s mother, who I never met. Even though their earthly remains are in their graves in Tuba City, this is where their spirits are, and when I come out here, I can hear them, the people who have come before me.”
