“I command you to read to me,”I say.“You have to do what I tell you or you’ll be punished.I shall make sure of that.”I don’t know why my chest heaves or my throat chokes up.But it does and I can’t stop it.If I can’t make Anna show emotion any other way,then I will shame it out of her.
Anna holds the book with half-open eyes.
“You’re too stupid,”I say hoarsely.“My papa told me so.”
Anna’s eyes flame again and she snarls:“Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass.”
I chuckle.“I’ve never heard of such a book,but for someone who can’t read you made a good guess.What’s on the first page?”
But now Anna doesn’t answer.Her eyes are wide.
My heartbeat quickens and I snatch the book from her hand.
Anna was right.
“Who told you the title of this book?”I whisper.
Anna’s eyes go back to their normal size.“Mr.Williams,Miss.He told you the day he gave it to you.Don’t you remember?”