Fala was crossing off each day of the calendar as she had been doing for three months now. Life as a nursing student had become one hard day after another-with no relief in sight. When you stay too long where your soul doesn't belong your soul can become ensnared and then your true essence becomes crusted over and you can never leave. Three months ago she had started allowing herself visits from a suitor. When Awan, with only his big, blue eyes peeking over the helmet arrived on his motorcycle to visit her - she was smitten. When he played the piano at the people's house where she was staying, looking over his shoulder anxiously at her - she thought he was smitten with her too. When he asked her to marry him, she promptly said yes and left nursing school. Her soul had been longing for love, and what love brings, for over a year now. It wasn't long before she was on the back of Awan's motorcycle zooming along the highway back to his place. Now Fala has a lot on her mind. She has a six month old baby boy and she is pregnant with her next child. Of Native American ancestry, she is too apart from her past to know how its horrendous, but ultimately triumphant roots are affecting her in the present. But Fala is a true trouper. She keeps plodding away in her stoic innocence that everything is going to be all right and everything is already exactly as it should be. "Fala? You do have a lot on your mind-death birth religion-scary neighbors, unpaid bills, moving all the time." After having almost lost her second child during childbirth, Fala is ready to settle down and enjoy the summer mountain air. But unbeknownst to her, her husband is leading a duplicitous life that she knows nothing about. And his plans weren't coinciding with Fala's. Now Fala has found herself in a different part of the country altogether - far from her original roots - with a husband she hardly recognizes anymore. Fala is a stranger in a strange land and all she can think about is...escape.