Tribe.â
âI see that.â Kara scanned the pages. âBut what I donât get is how Ishiâs brain got to the Smithsonian Institution in the first place.â
Tia scrolled to page two of the report. âRemember Theodora Kroeber, the lady who wrote that book?â
âSure.â
âIt says here that her husband was the head anthropologist at the University of California when Ishi was found. Heâs the one who sent Ishiâs brain to the Smithsonian in 1917. Eewww, gross! They lost it or packed it away or something. Now theyâre going to send it back.â
âCorrection. Look at the date on this, Tia. Page one. They already sent it back.â
Tia scrolled back to the beginning of the report. âApril 1999. Wow. Last year! Youâre right, that means it should be a done deal. Ishiâs brain and the rest of him are probably reburied by now.
âThis is too cool. Am I going to get an A on this project, or what?â Tia jumped to her feet and grabbed the papers Kara had stacked on the end of her bed.
âAnneâs got to see this. Do you think sheâs still in the kitchen? I could use another piece of Gregâs birthday cake.â
Kara laughed. âTia, youâre amazing. How can you eat so many sweets and not get sick? Chocolate before bed gives me weird dreams.â
Tia grinned. âMom says Iâve got a great metabolism. Pops says I was born with an iron gutâwhatever thatâs supposed to mean. Either way, Iâm not complaining.â
âAll right. But Iâll get the cake. Anne is in the family room, and weâre not supposed to disturb her unless itâs really important.â
âHow can you say this isnât important? Theyâre your ancestors!â
âAnd most of them have been dead for nearly a hundred years,â Kara said as she threw an arm around her friendâs shoulder and led her to the bedroom door. âIf you want cake, weâd better get it now. Your dad will be here in ten minutes.â
Kara had a glass of milk, while Tia polished off a huge slice of birthday cake. When a horn honked in the driveway, she walked her friend to the porch and waved good-bye. She watched until the taillights on Tiaâs fatherâs pickup disappeared around the corner, then leaned against the porch rail and looked up. It was cold and clear, with no moon, and the sky was studded with at least a zillion stars.
Diamonds on black velvet . Thatâs what Mom always called them. Look, Wakara, have you ever seen anything more beautiful? Just try and count those stars, then remember Godâs blessings are more numerous than the sky can hold .
Kara hugged herself and closed her eyes. She could almost feel Momâs arm slip around her, warming her shoulders. I love you, Wakara . The words flashed through her mind as if someone had actually spoken.
She shivered and gazed once more into the sparkling sky. âI love you too, God,â she whispered. âAnd Mom too. Please tell her for me, okay?â
Suddenly she realized her feet were freezing. Even thick, wool socks and a heavy sweatshirt werenât enough protection for a night like this.
She closed the door quietly behind her, turned the latch, and then hung her sweatshirt on the rack in the entryway. She was halfway across the living room before she noticed Colin watching her from the bottom of the stairs. âWhoa! You scared me. How long have you been there?â
Colin grinned. âSorry. Itâs after nine oâclock. Youâve been out there for awhile, so I was just coming down to see if you were all right.â
Kara didnât know if she should feel irritated or pleased that he was keeping track of her. She decided it didnât matter. âI was just coming up to check on Ryan.â
âHeâs out for the count,â Colin chuckled. âI couldnât even interest him in a second piece of cake. Too much