Saturday August 16,1862
I can’t stop the screams that rip from my throat.I run right through the slave quarters;small wooden huts in various states of disrepair.I dodge a group of brown children in the same horrible clothes that Anna used to wear,both boys and girls,and tears blur my vision.At the end of the quarters is an orchard bordered by a wooden fence painted with tar to discourage fruit theft by the slaves.I clamber over the fence,not caring what happens to my own skin,and run through the leafy trees.After climbing the fence on the other side,I run into a thick group of trees and collapse,because all I can see is the blood on Anna’s back.Even now the overseer must still be whipping her,crisscrossing her body with red lines.I imagine Anna clenching her teeth,doing her best not to cry out.I see Hannah,racing forward to save her daughter.Hannah will surely be punished severely.