On day of potlatch, a drunk becomes human

I walked in to the low-income housing unit to see an elder about some meat that my dad had sent down for a potlatch that my in-laws were preparing for. It was fresh caught beaver and I wasn't sure if I should bring it straight over to the community hall kitchen, or give it to an "expert" to prepare. I walked in to the elder's living room where several people were gathered.

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