THE CRY FOR FREEDOM (Winds Of Betrayal) - Plot & Excerpts
The reddish tinge reflecting off the scattered clouds promised a brilliant day. Hannah watched it from her bedroom window. A peaceful night’s sleep had eluded her. Last night’s experiences replayed constantly in her head every time she closed her eyes. A knock on her door disturbed her thoughts. Without waiting for a reply, it opened. Mary, one of her father's house blacks, brought in Hannah’s breakfast tray. “Good mornin’, Miss Hannah,” Mary said merrily with her broad, bright smile. “Mist’ Corbett tole me ya’ mite feel like takin’ yo’ breakfast in yo’ room this mornin’. She done tole me ya’ woulda sleep late, but I knew. I knew ya’ be up.” “I'm not hungry, Mary.” “Are ya sure, 'cause it’s warm? Jinnie jus’ made ‘em.” Mary sat the tray down on the table beside Hannah’s bed. Hannah turned her head to Mary and curved her lips slightly upward.
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