Lion Head Mesa There is an elephant on my chest

Safiya listened and tilted an ear forward. I speak hindi like my father. And common like we should. My friend he speaks like you do. It is all he knows. He does not speak the common language hardly at all. I tried to teach him, but it was not fruitful.

Safiya shrugged. I do not think they are from here at all. I think they came here. These wolves.