While Chris was in the Burger King looking at the Code Talker display, I waited in the car with the sleepy boys. Suddenly there was a knock on the window. Outside the car stood very distressed looking Navajo woman. I rolled down the window and asked what was wrong. Apparently her car had broken down and she needed to get home to Flagstaff and her family.
We looked at the map together to see how far she had to go. I said we could try to give her a ride as far as Tuba City, but also showed her how crowded the back seat was with pillows and stuffed animals. She said it was all right, but maybe we could help her out by buying some jewelry she had made.
It was a deal. The jewelry was beautiful, two pairs of earrings and a necklace. I was happy to pay her what she asked for them knowing it would help get her home and that it was much less than I would pay in a shop and yet much more than she would get from a shop owner.
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