Wait. We cannot break bread with you. Years from now, my people will be living in mobile homes and on reservations, your people will wear cardigans and drink high balls. My people will be selling bracelets on the side of the road, your people will play golf. My people will have pain and degradation, your people will drive stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken and they have said Do not trust the Pilgrims...especially Sarah Miller.