The Native American Quilt Native American in browns and reds and design, if we hold it still in place, my wife and I don’t see its age, just grace, with only a hint of its tell-tale shreds. But should it slide an inch, the sofa’s stains and threads embarrassingly show through, and try as we do to ignore, we knew an odd harmony is all that remains. It does no good to recall it as new, or argue if it’s Navajo or Sioux. From some debates now even we refrain. There’s all to lose and nothing to gain. It’s true—we…