Eighteen

The children poured from the schoolhouse like a flash flood from the river, a laughing, shouting, turbulent mass of joy. I stood in the shade beneath the established branches of the faithful sycamore, waiting. Rose saw me almost instantly, her face filling with joy.

"Sissy!" Flying from the other children, my little sister threw herself into my arms giggling. "You're walking me home?"

"Yes," sweeping her up, I blew hard kisses against her neck making her squeal in delight. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to walk with you this morning."

"I'm glad you're here now," her forgiving spirit made me smile, but I saw her glance back at the other children, who watched with slight scowls and secret whispers. Seeds of prejudice were already sown.

"Sissy?" Rose was watching me, her doe eyes hesitant.

"What?"

"Are you a savage, like everyone says?"