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Sam is so awesome. Turns out, he can play REAL air guitar. In a flashback, we see the moment when Sam got the call to come hunting. It was time to join the family business. It was an awful way to end a friendship and one that Sam apologizes for now. How could he not be? Sam saved the world! In a moment of friendship, Sam tells Sully about his visions and how God wants him to go back to the cage. Reese and her twin sister, Audrey, were the first kids that Sully had post-Sam. Apparently, while playing tag, Audrey chased Sully into the street and was killed by a car.

Reese has never forgiven Sully. He seemed to actually like her. Mainly because of the little comments he made, random compliments here and there. After settling the goldfish in the car, they returned to the fair and wandered through the craft section. Anna enjoyed watching how he looked at things. It was never about price, but all about quality.

He seemed to appreciate the effort put into some of the pieces, but by lunch time he had only found a coffee table for his house and arranged to have it delivered. They both had plates piled high with fish tacos and beer- battered onion rings. In Boston or even New York. I hate staring at a blank wall. Anna nibbled on an onion ring and thought hard. Of course there was a solution to his blank wall.

Sitting in her packing crate—and the storage locker—were quite a few paintings. If he found one he liked True, she had been thinking of putting them in a gallery if the owner liked them. But this was now, not in the future. You could have one of them for your house. It would be great to have one. Think of it as payment for helping out at the loft. Sam went back to eating, glancing at her periodically. He was right about one thing—it was definitely work to paint. Fun, glorious, wonderful work. You can pay. They laughed and Anna continued. So, Sis, how long have you and Sam here been dating?

Did you come to the fair with a date, Cody? Somehow hearing Sam tell Cody they were on a date made her feel all warm inside. We thought maybe some of those retro style appliances, but they cost too much. I installed them in my beach house. Nice one. That should liven the place up. See you guys later. But tell me, what color did you get for your kitchen? He was falling in love with Anna Grainger. Sam walked slowly around the room.

Stopping before each one and looking at it before moving on. Anna watched him for a while, but it made her too nervous, so finally she went into the almost-completed kitchen to make coffee. She wondered how it was for him with his books to have millions of people reading his words. No wonder he worked under a pen name and tried so hard to keep his privacy. Maybe it was time to make room for new ones. Sam startled her by coming up behind her and running a hand down her arm.

You like one well enough to have in your home? It was a heady feeling. It was a painting of a beach and the ocean at night, and at first glance could be taken as a scene from Sully Point—until the eyes noticed three moons hung in the sky. There is a joy in it that I sense and an expansiveness of thought. He stopped talking and looked at her face.

I noticed you have quite a few of them on your bookshelves. What makes you keep buying new ones? You take the reader into each character, you show us how they think and feel without losing sight of the story. You offer hope even when the situation is dire, even when Maurice is at his lowest. That all I think about is telling a good story?

Anna, with art, any kind of art, we put ourselves into it but what comes out is more than the sum of all parts, more than the brushstrokes or words. We put feelings and dreams into motion. We transcend ourselves, if we are lucky. Then we give our art to the world, to another person, and what they see in it, what they bring to it, what meaning they find is a gift.

To us and to them. The true artist brings more than himself or herself into the work without even knowing it. So, do you approve of my selection? By the end of it, she agreed to take eight thousand dollars for the painting simply because he refused to go any lower. Now I can contribute more to the loft renovation. Have you thought about buying some new clothes? Some makeup? Any of that? I just meant that you should do some things for yourself, not only your loft. Several minutes went by in total silence.

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I get that. Placing his hands on her shoulders he gave her a tiny shake. I never really imagined my life could be more. That someone would say those words to me. It will take some time She felt that it lasted forever, but finally she pulled away. It was too much, too soon.

Her mind and her heart were reeling. I need I need some time. To think. Can you give me that? Some time? Too much has happened in one day. Let me get my balance back. With a check. Take it easy, love. Anna sat staring at the painting for a full minute before bursting into tears. His dazed smile gave way to a frown as his mind cleared and he replayed every moment, every word of their encounter. What did it mean? Maybe she saw him only as a friend What if she only saw him as a patron of the arts? What if—? He stopped this train of thought by whacking a hand on his forehead.

By the time he got home he was thinking hard. He walked into his kitchen, opened the freezer and took out the bottle of vodka and a martini glass. After fixing the drink, he slouched down on the couch and really thought about how Anna saw herself. That was the problem, he slowly realized. So how could she say she loved him? Bah, this is all too complicated. Bottom line here is I need to romance the lady, show her how I feel, make her believe my love for her is real. Now to figure out how to do that. She tried painting and gave up after thirty minutes. It was a dismal mess of grays and muddy browns.

Finally she decided to do something positive. He was great at framing and she knew exactly the right type of frame for this painting. She still went to his small shop periodically to see his latest work and types of framing, always imagining one day getting some of hers framed. Louis was turning the closed sign to open when she appeared at his door. Motioning her through, he smiled at the large package she had with her. You will let me frame one, yes? This is for a client. The painting is already sold.

Are selling them? After all this time? As he unveiled it, his mouth fell open. Nothing could be wrong, it is perfection! I know the exact frame for it. Just wait. While she waited she looked at the pieces in the window, watercolors of the coast that to her mind were too washed out. Her watercolors had some intensity to them. But then, these in the window were mainly for tourists to buy. She knew the woman was perfectly content to churn out essentially the same three paintings for tourist dollars. Anna imagined doing that would drive herself nuts.

Anna turned and saw the painting. The frame was not quite what she had pictured but was e ven better.

It set off the light in the painting. Now it almost looked like it should cost eight thousand dollars. To cover materials. Now to deliver it. But she did know where his house was.

Carefully propping the painting in the back seat, Anna decided to go there. She wanted him to have the painting. He needed it in his living room and That thought almost made her turn the car around, but she continued on, following the beach road out to his house. When she got there, she gave a quick sigh of relief as she saw his car in the driveway. So far so good. She removed the painting from the car and walked up the sidewalk to the house. She knocked on the door and after a few seconds heard someone moving inside.

Sam opened the door and the look of surprise on his face almost had Anna laughing. She managed only to smile, but it was hard not to laugh at the funny look on his face. She held up the painting and pointed to him. No, not at all. Come in, come in. Anna handed it to him as she tried not to stare. She found herself wanting to reach out and run her fingertips across his chest.

She shook herself and heard him talking. But I know the guy who owns the framing shop in town who has wonderful taste. He chose the perfect frame. He began to unwrap the painting. There was no need for air conditioning in this house. She turned swiftly. Sam smiled at her. Thanks for doing that. Where did you want to hang it? What do you think about this height? Let me hold it up so you can sit on the couch and we can figure out where it needs to be for you to see it best. Finally they both sat down on the couch and stared at the new wall feature.

It feels like you were talking about someone else, not me.

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He was shaking his head. I know exactly who I was talking about and it was you. For now, will you at least try to believe in me, in my feelings for you? It will take time. Just try and believe a little bit, okay? And let me keep seeing you?

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Dashing her hand across them, she stood up. I think I could do that. Still, he could at least fake writing if that made her comfortable. By the way, I love those appliances. He lifted out the check and handed it over to her. I figured that would be better than having the bank tellers wonder why Sam Carter would be giving you so much money. Family names. I think Lawrence came from a great uncle. Was it a happy family life for you growing up? We stay in touch now by phone, Skype, texting, emails and regular get-togethers where everyone flies into the same place for a weekend or more. How old are you?

Seven years is nothing.

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My parents are separated by nine years in age. It would be silly not to give this, whatever it is between us, this thing a chance. So yes, I agree that we should continue to see each other. What kind of a date? Dressy or casual? Somehow he thought Anna would go shopping for clothes before tomorrow night. He smiled inside but kept his face grave. Sam nodded to himself. That went better than expected. She needed confidence in herself as an attractive woman. And he thought he just might be able to show her that. What on earth was she going to wear?

The outfit she wore to the fair was one Holly had given her a few years ago. She had plenty of jeans and t-shirts, sweaters and cotton shirts, but casual nice? As she walked into the Grainger house, she found a note from her father saying he and Cody were heading over to her loft to work on finishing the kitchen. That was good. Holly kept a variety of clothes in her old bedroom.

Surely there would be something she could borrow out of her treasure trove. Finally she decided to call her sister. Listen I need to talk to you about clothes. Is that you? Are you okay? You sound—upset. Where are you going? Is he nice? Good looking? Tell me everything. This calls for drastic measures. Anna, tomorrow morning you and I are going shopping. I thought I could borrow something out of your closet. You need something new. I have eight thousand dollars. To Sam. He wanted to pay more for it, but I got him down to a more reasonable number.

Sam knows a gallery owner in New York, so I may ask him to contact the guy. When will you get here? See you tomorrow. She was going to get grilled by Holly in the morning. Even if she had to lie to Holly. And lying to Holly always went so well. It seemed strange, thinking about it now, how comfortable she was just sitting in a room with him as he wrote. The atmosphere had been soothing and relaxed—even though Sam was entirely focused on his writing. The thing about Sam was that he seemed entirely present in whatever he was doing at the time. Finishing off the layering of ingredients in the baking dish, she sprinkled parmesan cheese over the top.

As she put it in the oven, she thought again of his laptop. She could look him up! Not him, but Tom Anders. Maybe if she got a glimpse of the kind of women he dated normally Anna ran upstairs to the desktop computer she kept in her bedroom. She began clicking down the list. Not too many, but enough. And they were all blondes. Every single one. Frowning at the computer screen, she continued until she found the most recent photos of him taken about three months before he arrived in Sully Point.

There were several with the same woman—Patrice Bettencourt. Tall, beautiful, blond wearing long, slinky, sparkling dresses—the complete opposite of what Anna felt about her own looks. What kind of game was Sam playing with her when this was the kind of woman he preferred? She found herself getting angry and finally she yanked her cell phone out of her pocket to call him—only to remember she had once again neglected to get his number. Feeling her anger growing, she ran down the stairs and checked the lasagna.

It was done and her father and Cody came in the back door just as she pulled it out of the oven. Listen guys, this is ready to eat after you let it sit for five minutes or so. I need to go somewhere for a little while. Be back soon. A brisk knocking on the door startled him and he got up to answer it. Opening the door he found Anna, an intensely angry Anna, who stormed into his house. Is it some kind of game?

I saw the pictures, Sam. All the beautiful blondes. I guess I have had a type, in the past. I think she cured me of that type forever. She was a cold, vicious, conniving bitch if you want to know. When I finally woke up and realized who she was, I got out of the relationship. She continued talking in a low, hurt voice. This is no game to me. I never loved those women in the photos. I wanted to know you, what you were thinking and feeling.

I wanted to be with you. How you could like that type of woman and then compared to me—it seems like a very big difference. Do you know how rare that is, at least in the world of Tom Anders? And you have those changeable fascinating eyes that draw me in so that I could stare at them all day. Thank God. Or somewhere else? They have good food.

But I love all kinds, really. I ran out on dinner with Dad and Cody. Sam ran both hands through his hair. Just give me time. Coconut donuts always took her longer to make than other kinds. She decided she still felt nervous about this thing with Sam, but he had gotten to her last night.

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And some of those women in the photos had looked a bit, well, fake. Staring at herself in the mirror, outfitted in a pale blue uniform she shook her head. She had a work study program as a senior so there were some days when she could spend the whole day at the bakery. Anna felt a little guilty about asking at such short notice, but Kayla seemed happy to be making extra money.

Holly loved to shop. Anna never had loved it the way her sister did. At least on this trip it would be different because she was actually interested in what they would be buying. Therefore, she chose not to try. All she could do was be herself. Maybe an improved version, but still, the real Anna, and nobody else. Dad, just what is going on with her? She called me last night asking about what to wear on her date tonight. Who is this guy and can he be trusted?

Cody said they seemed to be having a good time when he saw them. She told me she sold one of her paintings. About Sam finding out. She seemed okay with it. She needs to be out in the world more and not just cooped up in that loft all the time and hiding her paintings. There are plenty of them too. About time she got rid of some of them.

I think Anna is growing up and coming into her own. And yes, Sam may have something to do with it. What does he do for a living? She took a sip and smiled at her father. And you have missed out. Shocked to hear that the baby chick is leaving the nest? Are you okay with it? Might be nice to have the house to myself. Besides, it makes me proud when I see how you all are doing.

When are you meeting Anna? Shopping with Anna is bound to be interesting. And anything will be an improvement over the last time I tried to get her to shop. She felt the smile freeze on her face as she waited for Sam to notice her sister. Holly came behind the counter and gave her a hug while Sam looked on quizzically. Sam, this is my sister Holly. Why is he looking at me? Pick you up at seven, all right? Holly nodded. Is Kayla subbing for you? Are these uniforms in any way attractive? You look a little like those pastel cupcakes. So what do you say? Kayla nodded vigorously.

Do it whatever way you want. Just make sure you guys sort of match. There are only two dress shops here in town and they are a few seasons behind. You go change out of that horrid uniform so we can leave. A run on the beach would definitely be happening after that treat. He felt good. Seeing Anna in the morning gave a lift to the start of his day. But she was right, he had to own them as his own photos.

And what he did in that persona reflected back on him as Sam. It made him think about the use of the pen name in his work. But then the books had taken off. And suddenly he was dealing with fans, movies, paparazzi, and everyone wanting a piece of Tom Anders. At that point he was very glad to have the pseudonym, to have a place where he could be a regular person.

Wondered if it might be time to give up the pen name and write under his real name. He should talk to Norman about it. Although, Norm would probably flip out. He found his thoughts going to Anna again, and their date. If he could convince her to let Stanley, his friend with the gallery, come look at her paintings her world might get a whole lot bigger. Still, the one thing he was beginning to see about Anna was she could stand up for herself. All anyone had to do was look at her paintings to see that. Who she was as a person came through in her work—an intense, vibrant, strong woman.

The phone rang.

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I think she might show up there. Bribed my damn mail clerk. When did she find out? So you could be seeing her today. Finally he interrupted the flow of words.


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I think we ought to get rid of the pen name. Where do you come up with these screwy ideas? Tom Anders is well-established, everyone knows who he is. Just what are you smoking out there on the beach? He draws a complete, tangled picture of how U. He also co-authored, in , a new introductory textbook to American studies, the interdisciplinary field that draws on history, politics, culture, literature, and the arts to understand American society.

The University had been recruiting Deloria for years, Lowe says, not just as the top scholar in his field, but also as an outstanding classroom teacher and a capable administrator who can shape a coherent Native studies program. Recently, he was named chair of the committee on degrees in history and literature.

Peggy Burns joined Harvard last April as executive director for corporate and foundation development and relations; previously, she was chief development officer for the Henry Ford Health System in Detroit, and before that, a top fundraiser at the University of Michigan. Part biography, part history of American modernist art and its tangled relationship with Native people, the project began in , when Deloria and his mother thumbed through the drawings of his great-aunt Mary Sully. The pictures, carefully preserved by his mother, a librarian, were virtually unknown to the outside world, but as Deloria would discover after talking with other scholars and conducting his own investigations into art history, they were remarkable.

They grew up on the Standing Rock Indian Reservation in South Dakota, the granddaughters of Alfred Sully, a nineteenth-century military officer who led campaigns against American Indians in the West, and great-granddaughters of Thomas Sully, an eminent portrait painter. She created it while the Native community was grappling with the Indian Reorganization Act, a complex, highly contested restructuring of federal Indian policy with consequences that reverberate today. The top panel narrates Native American history: an idealized past before European contact, the trauma of reservations, contained by barbed wire, and the struggle of Native people against distinctly American figures in jeans, boots, and a pinstriped suit.

In the middle panel, a visually complex pattern abstracts away from the scenes of the top into a dense, geometric composition, producing a sense of disorientation, anxiety, and uncertainty. The barbed wire and struggling figures from the previous panels have disappeared; their browns and blacks now form strips of vertical diamonds. This panel evokes Indian strength and continuity, contrasting with the panel above it. How to read this image? The top panel represents the present; the middle, a transition; and the bottom, the future.

The bottom panel provides a vision of Indian futurity , Deloria argues, insisting on the participation and centrality of American Indians in the future rather than confinement in the past. Taken together, the prints evoke a full range of human experience—playfulness, joy, wonder—in a Native visual vocabulary. They invite viewers to imagine Indianness in American mass culture, and in the fabric of the United States itself.

In this way, Sully was among the group of indigenous visual artists active in modernism, the movement that embraced abstraction, experimentation, and the use of geometric forms. She was not captivated by visions of a romantic, pre-modern past. Other Native artists, who received financial support from arts institutions, created images of Indians in the past that appealed to white viewers.

No one saw her work, yet she changes the story of American art. It tells an engrossing story while also pivoting at each turn to artistic, historical, and moral implications. It is also a striking intervention into the history of visual art. Deloria, unlike his father , has never acquired a reputation for polemics or for being particularly tendentious in his writing; he is a different type of scholar.

Jenny Price remembers when, in graduate school, he began presenting the material that would become Playing Indian at conferences. I see the fact that Native people make up 1. And that unhappiness is part of my interiority. If we can think about how we [can] do these things in a good way, in a right way, in an honorable way, in a humble way, that would be useful and productive.

Recently, Deloria has been thinking more about the relationship between Native American and African-American studies, and those hierarchies that exist among different identity groups.

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