Sas Carey is in Mongolia trying not to buy a drum. It is a shaman’s drum, made with three-year-old female deer skin with a sheep’s tail beater. It is perfect, but she is running out of money and she has told herself and her friends she is not going to buy it.
She lies in bed sleepless. Her heart beats. She feels desire. She tells herself she is not going to buy the drum.
A friend brings the drum for her to see. He tells her to beat it — really smack it.