Winter 2010 • Vol. XXXII No. 1 Fiction |

Due Diligence, or How I Lost Ten Pounds

Strange things happen when you're an unknown Choctaw author on your first book tour. Sure some people say stupid things like: "I thought the Chocktoes were all dead." "I didn't know the Shack-tows had a written language?" "So there's no familial tie between Indian' tribes---it is just a coincidence that you all happen to share the same name." While these incidents are somewhat painful, there's no limit to the amount of fun you can have with the persons who say it. They become part of the extraordinary events you will want to scribble down and savor. Dear Diary, Today the judge said that with good behavior I can be released in . . . Just kidding. However, in the final ten days of my "first book tour," I lost ten pounds. I should probably say that Choctaws consider a little paunch a sign of well-being. In fact, the old-timers in our community used to greet one another by saying "Chi niah katim?" How's your fat? Though American pop culture idealizes being as

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