Eugene started to clue me in as to how I should behave in the community. I could not go drinking with him because we were friends, and when you get drunk you say things you don't mean. Thus you go drinking with your enemies, because when you loose your tongue, you get to tell your enemies what you think of them in a social setting where they can't retaliate because "everybody knows a drunk doesn't know what he is saying."

Beautiful in theory, but in reality manslaughter is one of the more frequent crimes on Indian reserves. A wiser man wouldn't loose his tongue in the presence of his enemy. He might even guide his tongue into flattering his enemy towards less animosity.  In any case I was clued in.  Later I was invited to Eugene's home to meet his family, including his eligible sister Yvette. Yvette turned out to be an attractive redhead about 16 or 17 years of age. I was 29, and didn't think that put her and I into an acceptable marital situation in anyone's eyes.