“No matter where you were or what you were doing, you were always under the watchful eye of a collective group of women who took it upon themselves to raise each other’s children.”
“Painfully polite, Martha nodded to a stranger who sat at the far end of the counter smoking cigarettes. Swaying slightly on her stool, carefully counting her coins out on the counter, she was too naïve to recognize the presence of evil.”
“It was an interesting time in South Carolina; civil rights was alive, Martin Luther King was dead, Jim Crow was holding court down at the barber shop, and Uncle Tom just bought a house in the suburbs.”
"The Salkehatchie was hardly a river at all. In fact, it was barely a creek, a mushy, oozing wet spot that dripped down the left groin of South Carolina, a swampy catch basin for raindrops with nowhere else to go.”
