The phone is ringing again. I’m sure it’s Alice calling for the third time. I won’t answer. I’m not listening to her or any other sister tell me what to do. They think it’s their right ... [+]

I’ve asked everyone. No one knows anything about them: Ma, my sisters and brothers. I sent them word I’d come back here. I’ve been to every contraband camp near Norfolk: Poindexter Farm, Fort ... [+]