I can’t believe I’m thinking about such things at a time like this.For the first time since our escape,I think of Henry.I wonder if he’s worried about me,or if he’s given up.I can’t separate my best friend from the one who is supposed to marry me.I’d rather run away with slaves than marry my own cousin.And my pa,the man I fairly worshiped.He’s nothing but a rapist and a murderer.My mother is a drunk.She did finally try to get me to leave with her,but I’m sure she’s already been tracked down and punished accordingly.
“I keep thinking about my mother,”Anna says softly.“I keep thinking how worried about me she must be.Sometimes I consider going back to the plantation to be with her.I forget she’s gone.”
“And now we’ve lost Sam and Fred,”I add.“Sometimes it seems our troubles will never end,even if we do make it to Canada.”