Chapter 32

“I wonder what her name means,” Megan said.

“Firefly.”

Megan looked at him. “How do you know that?”

“I don’t really know. It just popped into my head. It’s happened before. I guess it’s the Ojibwe buried in our brains from when we were babies here.”

“These are our grandparents,” Megan said as she read the captions printed under their pictures. “Do you think you know what their Ojibwe names mean?”

“We know our grandfather was Roaming Bear. Robert told us that. But Namid?” he said, running a finger over the picture of his grandmother. “I haven’t a clue.”

As she turned the pages, Morgan looked at pictures of the two of them as infants, babies, toddlers. He saw himself being held by or standing with people he couldn’t remember, but yet seemed oddly familiar to him. He saw his mother holding him, standing next to Henry, their great grandfather, and a woman who must be his wife. She was holding Megan. He saw a younger Robert. He saw himself playing with another boy about his age.