Better get the worst over first. After climbing carefully down the ladder and opening the door, I pinched my nose shut and walked to the edge of the woods, where I emptied the pot of its contents. Halfway back to the house, I decided to leave it on the grass to air out in the sun.“Dora will just have to hold it in till I come home from school, or get her lazy self out to the privy,” I grumbled as I hurried to clean up the rest of her mess.After a quick biscuit with molasses, I was out the door and racing down the hill, when Mama’s shrill voice called out, “Josey!”It almost caught me for a moment, but my feet kept on going, so I pretended not to hear her.“Josephine Lula McBride! I know you can hear me!”My life was most grievous sometimes. I sighed and turned to squint up the hill, into the morning sunlight. “Yes, Mama?”Her hands were on her hips, and a worry line was forming on her forehead. “You hurry back home, straight after Teacher lets you out—you hear?”God’s mercy! “Oh, Mama, Dora will be all right without me for a while. Can’t I just call on Aunt Lula before I come home?”Mama’s face tightened into wrinkles like an apple dried in the sun. “It’s not Dora that I’m worried about.” She brushed away the wisps of fire-red hair from her eyes and stared off into the woods. “The bushwhackers are back.”
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