But this time, my back hurt and my neck ached. Nothing felt right. My old invisible ways left my body in pain. - P347
"This don’t seem like no toolshed to me," whispered Ferdinand into the darkness, "as a matter of fact, it seems like there’s—" - P357
She held her gaze straight ahead and was not looking at anything or anyone. She was trying to disappear. I could tell. - P361
The boy’s new, he don’t know how to do things. Please let me fill your whiskey glass," she offered. - P363
His eyes felt like pins on my back.
Fifteen paces to the tent flap.
I felt the pins sink deeper into my back as I tried to find a way through the people in my path.
Twelve paces to the tent flap.
I prayed that I’d disappear.
That I’d melt into the crowd.
Then I heard him.
"Homer!" he yelled. - P365
Time had passed like molasses spilling from a jar. Slowly. - P366
"I h-h-have to go after them," said Billy. It was the last thing he wanted to say, but he knew it had to be said. The only thing that frightened him more than going into a plantation was the thought of losing his friend to one. - P366
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