FAMILY !
âOoh, can we go?â Pep asked.
âThose places arenât real Indian villages,â Mrs. McDonald told them. âIt says in the guidebook that theyâre just tacky souvenir shops.â
âOoh, can we go?â Coke asked.
About an hour from Albuquerque, the speed limit slowed down to 35 miles per hour and a few storespopped up here and there. And then this appeared at the side of the road. . . .
âThatâs right!â Dr. McDonald said, slapping his forehead. âI forgot all about it. This is the Great Divide!â
Dear reader, if you recall The Genius Files: Mission Unstoppable , you know the McDonalds first crossed the Continental Divide heading east through Utah. Itâs an imaginary boundary line that begins in Alaska and continues all the way down through South America. Now they were crossing it again, heading west.
âRivers on the west side of this line flow into the Pacific Ocean,â Dr. McDonald reminded the others, âand the rivers on the east side of the line flow into the Atlantic Ocean.â
âThatâs cool,â Pep said.
âI read somewhere,â said her brother, âthat when you flush a toilet in the northern hemisphere, the water swirls in the opposite direction than a toilet flushed in the southern hemisphere.â
âThatâs one of those urban legends,â his father told him. âItâs totally not true.â
âIt sounds like it could be true.â
âTrust me, itâs not.â
âWho cares which direction toilet water swirls?â Pep asked. âAnd what does that have to do with the Continental Divide?â
Nothing, of course. But you know what, reader? Sometimes people talk about nonsense. Especially people who have been cooped up in a car for four weeks.
Clustered on the road around the Continental Divide were several âIndian Villagesâ selling rubbertomahawks, purses, belts, hats, and âkachina dolls,â whatever they were.
âPull over, Ben!â Mrs. McDonald shouted.
âWhy, Bridge?â he replied, hitting the brakes.
âI have to go to the bathroom,â said Pep.
âI want to get a snack,â said Coke.
âWe need to buy some T-shirts for Coke,â said Mrs. McDonald.
Reluctantly, Dr. McDonald pulled over.
Indian Market was a pretty standard souvenir shop, stuffed with bins full of cheap trinkets that most people regret buying as soon as they get home. Dr. McDonald refused to have any part of such nonsense, and he said he would wait in the car while the rest of the family wasted their time and money. Pep went inside to use the bathroom. Mrs. McDonaldchecked out the T-shirts. Coke walked around looking at the knickknacks. Several employees eyed him suspiciously, as storekeepers do when teenage boys enter their place of business.
Most of the employees didnât look like Native Americans at all. But one of them did. He was an old man sitting in the corner, carving a piece of wood with a pocket knife. Next to him on a table were some painted wooden dolls, decorated with feathers and outfitted with brightly colored costumes.
âI am Hopi,â the man said to Coke. âEvery year our spiritsâthe kachinasâcome down to the villages to dance and sing. They bring rain for the harvest and give gifts to the children. We carve these dolls in the likeness of the kachinam. You want to buy one?â
âNo, thank you,â Coke said politely. âBut they are very beautiful.â
He started to walk away, but the old man grabbed him by the elbow.
âWait,â he said. âThere is something I need to tell you.â
Coke rolled his eyes. The last thing in the world that he needed was a kachina doll. But he didnât want to be rude to the old man.
âWhat?â he asked, pulling his arm away.
âForty-nine minutes and eight seconds,â whisperedthe man. âTwenty-eight minutes and
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