Settlement, Subsistence, and Change Among the Labrador Inuit
Severing the Ties that Bind
In the Beginning In the beginning was cat usher of a new age of doors that curl at the corners gadgets for loving on complicated furniture collapsing into pillows and sheets. His legs preceded him they turned on wireless fingertips looked inside the eyes of first cat as he struggled with beasts large and small barking at our union. The room was cleansed of ghosts and dependents. Everyone welcomed his claws the ones he used to etch my name deep into the walls. Thus was an alphabet of foreign tongues conceived the better to decipher the purring of ideal man.
"The teachers can't do nothing to us," Lisa told him, crossing her arms. The paintball wars aren't on school property.
"But—," Micky tried. It was like trying to stop a hurricane.
"Do you think I care what the teachers think?" Lisa asked. "They think we band together because no one else likes us. And we're proud to agree with them, aren't we?"
Micky shrugged. When people called us losers, it just made our group stronger.
"It's the Medford gang I care about," Lisa continued. "The Sewer Rats have never lost a paintball war and we're not going to chicken out now.
