Sister Daisy Martin
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Sioux Reservation Problems 85

Drunken Brawl

SiouxThe streets rang with the raucous cries of a brawl. As Sister Daisy Martin rounded the corner, there before her was a human pile of flailing limbs and at the center one very fat First Nation woman. Taking a deep breath, Daisy lunged forward making a bee-line for this round tottering Rapid City tribesperson. Just in time, Daisy stopped her falling heavily in a drunken sprawl and their eyes met. Looking into those deep brown eyes reddened with beer in a pitch black frame of unkempt hair, Daisy consoled her, "I love you, and God loves you."

"Sister Daisy Martin"
by Ron Meacock © 2017

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