"What?" asked Barry, looking at her but seeing only curtains of smoke.
  "Do you want me to smoke the peace pipe? Maybe I'll scalp ya, white man!"
  "I don't understand."
  "Barry Munz, have you even ever met an Indian? This is just a memory for you, something you saw in fourth grade. A fantasy. You've made me up, you've dressed me up like some Wigwam Barbie. And you're using me now."
  Barry stood back. Was this another Molly monster? Patawanyme came forward to him through the flames.