Eliza put her palms out in front of her, feeling the warmth of the flames tickle her skin and move up her arms. The rafters of the cabin creaked and settled above her, their dark wood catching the ghostly orange and red shadows. She would often stare into the burning coals for hours at a time. She’s hypnotized by the flame her Papa would say in his booming voice. He’d left the homestead two days ago to head north, and Eliza had latched onto his knees and refused to let go. “Look, cherub. I’ll be back in a coupla days, okay? I promise,” he’d said, and reached down with the huge flat of his palm and patted her head. His big dark eyes seemed to blend into the ebony of the rest of his face, and in the shadows all you could make out were the whites of his eyes. “Promise!” Eliza had shouted back at him. “I promise, cherub,”Eliza rocked on her haunches and counted the days on her small pudgy fingers. One. Two. He should have been back by now. She leaned forward, feeling the weight of her body slump as her eyes became heavy. Her long black hair seemed to catch the reflection of the fire and she yawned. For a five year old she was unusually quiet, but Papa said all children on his side of the family were born old.Eliza didn’t understand what he meant by that. She didn’t have any other siblings, but she thought she would have enjoyed another sister. Behind her Mother’s knitting clicked delicately. The older woman was fair-skinned and had deep blond hair that wound itself to her broad hips, but she’d always braid it into a long pony tail. Eliza liked the way Mother and Father’s hands looked when they held each other, the dark end of his thumb curling over her thin pale wrist. It was the reason they had to live all the way out here. Folks didn’t like the way white and black looked together. When Eliza looked in the mirror, she thought she looked like the perfect combination of the two. “You tired, baby?”
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