Kristi

“There is no one I want to visit except in the Ojibwe heaven, and so at this late age I’m going to convert, stupid dog, and become at long last the pagan that I always was at heart before I was Cecilia, when I was just Agnes, until I was seduced and diverted by the music of Chopin.”

“That neurasthenic pierogi snarfer!!”, the dog ranted—it had never liked the composer . . . .”
― Louise Erdrich, The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse