The Arizona Republic
The tap on the window startled her, but Dorothy Iverson closed her book and rolled the window down anyway.
Outside the car, a Navajo man sat on his haunches, eye-level. They stared for a moment, and then he spoke with a thoughtful tone.
"Why don't you come in?" he said. "Don't be like a Navajo lady, always following the men. You should come in with your husband."
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