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The peculiarities in the story ends had started out as truths long ago, and had gotten warped in the telling froame children played at parties where everyone sits in a circle and one person whispers so next to the next to him and so on, until it travels around the entire circle If the circle is big enough the phrase at the end rarely even reseht of my theory

"Most likely some of that has happened," Samuel acquiesced "There was no way to accurately record the stories because we didn’t have a written language Many of our legends and our history have been recorded noever, and I guess you could say that is one bright spot in the assimilation of the Navajo children into Alish and can preserve our culture in that way

"I think h Not in the way you ends were stories the native people used to teach their children and to create a code of conduct in which to live by They didn’t have a bible to teach their children about a loving Savior, His atoneends are an atte where they came from and why they existed They wanted to knoe all want to know Who am I? Why am I here?"

I pondered what Samuel had said and wondered about my own desperate questions after Kasey had died It hadn’t been until he died that I really questioned God’s plan for me I hadn’t really questioned who I was and why I was here until I could no longer look at my future with any kind of joy or anticipation, until I needed help finding a reason to continue It was then that I had needed answers most of all, and the only answer I had found, , had become my father’s need Then Sonja had needed me, and I had found a measure of joy in service, and it had sustained ain

We rolled into Levan at about 6:30 that night I felt haggard and filthy, but was loath to part with Saested that we rendezvous back ateach of us a chance to freshen up after several days of showering with a bucket and a hand towel

I greetedand a kiss and stu that what I didn’t know couldn’t hurt me I scrubbed and lathered and ain I threw all the clothes froht weight pink top, and enjoyed putting on make up with a full mirror for the first time in days My nose was a little sunburned and my cheeks had a few more freckles, but when I was done I looked refreshed, and leamed around my shoulders

I started soe in the microwave I fried it up and poured some homemade tomato sauce over it that I had canned a feeeks previous and decided it would suffice for an easy etables in a salad and was just straightening up witharound the corner of the house towards ht my breath before it left me senseless How, after only an hour apart, could I be so desperately happy to see hilowed as he shot me a smile that sent a jolt from my stomach to my noobbly knees I curledup betweenfor him to reacha beat, he took the basket from my hand, set it down beside my feet, and wrapped his arms around me He smelled wonderful – like juniper trees, Ivory soap and teether My eyelids fluttered closed as his lips foundminutes

"I missed you," he breathed, and there was a rueful expression on his face as aze He dropped another kiss on my needy lips as he leaned down and picked up the basket of vegetables, looping his free arm around my waist as weat our feet, and the sound of a distant laer huh the open kitchenBeethoven softly serenaded us fro room stereo, and I had been lost in the music and the meal for quite so and was listening intently

I watched hi

"What is that called?"

"The piece?"

"No…not the name of the piece The musical term You explained it toto the music continually return to that one sound…what is it called?

"Do you mean the tonic note?" I asked, surprised

"Yeah, I think that’s what you called it"

"Your ear has beco the tonic note, even when it isn’t being played It’s more subtle in this piece than in soain," he demanded, his expression one of deep concentration

"Well…a tonic note is the first note of a scale, which serves as the home base around which all the other pitches revolve and to which they ulti tonic base you can hu, and it will blend with every note and chord"