So we plop into this new place, and we still look really strange. “What’s with the new look,” I asked.

She told me we were no longer on the Navajo reservation, so we turned into Kachinas so we would look in place here. 

Only we didn’t look in place. We might have gotten away with it, but we were in the wrong place. Kachinas are Hopi, and we were in Taos.

“Hold on,” she said, the portals will take us to a place where we will look like we fit in.”