
Dancing With the Devil
by Marie LeClare
I first heard the words, she is ‘Dancing with the Devil’, from one of the old men sitting on the bench outside of the wine store just off the Indian reservation.
Drinking their wine from their bottles of wine hidden by the brown paper bags, and referring to the attractive lady walking by the store. I didn’t know the meaning but since I knew the lady I had a feeling it meant that she was like me, part Ojibwa Indian and part French. A half breed.
Running home I asked my Mom what the men had meant by saying that lady was ‘Dancing with the Devil’, and although she didn’t tell me what it meant, she grilled me where I had heard that saying and then told me they were nasty old men and I should stay away from that area, and to never use that phrase because it was nasty.
So it was back to life in general doing my school studies and passing from grade to grade, although I did excel at sports, swimming in particular, and since I had grown up to be busty like my Mom I had to slap the boys away who wanted to touch me.
It wasn’t until I had turned 14 that I came to realize that I was different from other girls. I had no interest in dating boys, although I had been asked out many times, I just told them that my Mom wouldn’t let me go. It was a lie but it kept them away.
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