Both Taylor and Aria were taken aback that someone like Wolf would even know what that was, especially given that even Aria had no idea what the hell Taylor was talking about.

“You know it?” Taylor asked, lit up with the potential for conversation.

“‘It is only with the heart that one can see rightly what is invisible to the eye.’ Yeah, I know it,” Wolf responded. Taylor stared at him, waiting for an explanation. “It was one of the books we read in one of them Head Start programs on the rez. The main character kind of reminds me of you, in’it?”

“Really? I wanna know why?” Taylor pleaded, excited at the idea of being recognized by someone.

“The little prince was kind of an alien, in’it?” Wolf said in the native cadence of his thick rez accent. “He doesn’t belong anywhere. And he’s got this big imagination, even though none of the other people do. He gets lost in this desert and, kinda like a vision quest, he learns about himself there. And he meets this rose and this fox and learns how to be responsible like a man and about what love really is. And the story kinda makes it good to imagine, like you always imaginin’. He even kinda looks like you, in’it?” Wolf’s teeth sparkled when he was finished explaining himself.

“Hey, thanks,” Taylor said, so thrilled with the knowledge that he was significant enough for Wolf to have taken notice of him that he was oblivious to the sweet but subtle insult that his parallel contained. “I always thought I was so good, but goin’ to these classes makes me feel like intimidated, like I’m more insecure than I thought I would be. And when you’re acting, that just makes you look like an idiot.”

“You just gotta find a part of every character you play inside you. And then it’s easy ’cause you’re not really acting and you’re not afraid to do it wrong ’cause it’s real,” Wolf told him.

Taylor stared at Wolf in total shock, willing to soak up his obviously good advice. “Did you act or somethin’?” he asked.

“No, it just makes sense. Besides, acting is all us Injuns are doin’ anyway. I’ve got to act and dress like a white man every day.” Wolf chuckled at his own humor.

“Wait, I don’t get it.” Taylor said, staring squarely at Wolf as if his entire acting career hung in the balance of understanding the concept.

“Let’s say you’ve got to be a character that’s really angry. You just gotta find the part of you that’s really angry and let it out,” Wolf said in between bites from a can of cold ravioli.