some land, build a house, find a strong, feisty woman there and make her my wife.â
âIâll help you find her so long as you take me north with you when you go.â
âNaw, the woman whoâd marry me ainât north,â he say, closing his glue pot. âI reckon sheâs south already. Over the border in Mexico.â
âA Mexican?â
âA negro. Runaways and freed men been escaping south of Texas for years. Even the ones that go into Mexico as slaves is finding their freedom there. It ainât like here.â
âYou mean negroes ainât slaves everywhere?â
âNot in Mexico. We got a kinship with Mexicans in Texas. They like us. A captive people, too, but on their own land. This countryâs their homeland. They didnât migrate here or been stolen and brought here like us. They been moved out, off their land, piece by piece. So they donât allow slavery.â
âFreedomâs north. Everybody know that. You said Mexicoâs south.â
âFreedom is wherever you find it.â
âThen mineâs north. Always been north. Always be north.â
âYou donât know everything,â he say. âThere are men. Good men. Quakers from out east. God-fearing. Risking their lives to get negroes to Mexico. Got the burning in their hearts to do so, and the fearlessness of a child whoâd defy his own hunger to free an animal being led to slaughter. Theyâre what you call zealous men. Doing Godâs work.â
âAnd taking slaves to Mexico?â
Albert packs his stuff. âLike I said, you donât know everything.â
The door shuts soft when he go. I sneak over to his fixed chair and sit in it. I go easy on it at first so I donât mess up his work. I lean back in the chair to see if itâs still lame but it donât clunk no more.
I bring my Bible back to me and start reading from it, catch my reflection in the mirror again, see my top lip disappear when I read the word âtheeâ or when I smile big.
Iâm still flat-chested.
Hazel promised they was gonâ grow but they never did. If I knew back then that they never would, I woulda been stuffing my dress with stockings so Hazel wouldnât feel bad that I werenât a woman.
I still pretend that Hazel is sitting with me sometimes, talking to me, reading with me. I slide my Bible to myself again, imagine Hazel saying, âNow you read.â
âThe Lord is my Shep . . . Shep . . . hard. Shep . . .â
âShepherd,â Cynthia say coming in, slamming the door. She throws her money down next to me. âSo you can speak.â
I get up quick and grab my Bible on the way back to my trunk. Cynthia pulls her bra straps down from her shoulders. She rolls down her britches and steps out of âem, then throws âem across the room to her pile of soiled things.
I clear my throat. âThank you for what you did yesterday.â
âUm hum,â she say, taking off her dress. She slips her silky gown over her head. Lights a cigarette.
âYou werenât scared?â I say.
âScared? They was the oneâs who needed to be scared. Jonas was glad he wore his tight pants so his shit didnât fall out near his ankles.â
She folds her dress and with her shoes makes a stack. I take âem, when she finish. Carry her dress to the basket for washing and her shoes I put with the others. I say, âThe way you used them guns . . .â
âAsshole charmers,â she say. âYou heard of snake charmers? Snake charmers hypnotize snakes with flutes and shit. My guns do the same to assholes.â
She blows a stream of white.
âAnd theyâre a good distraction,â she say. âKeeps âem in a trance long enough for my girls to pick a pocket, shop, and be back with empty wallets by the time the game is through.â
âBut you could kill yourself.â
âAnd?â
âYou
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