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Chapters (70)
  1. PROLOGUE
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5. Morgan
  7. Chapter 6. Anna
  8. Chapter 7. Morgan
  9. Chapter 8. Anna
  10. Chapter 9. Morgan
  11. Chapter 10. Anna
  12. Chapter 11. Morgan
  13. Chapter 12. Anna
  14. Chapter 13. Morgan
  15. Chapter 14. Anna
  16. Chapter 15. Morgan
  17. Chapter 16. Anna
  18. Chapter 17. Morgan
  19. Chapter 18. Anna
  20. Chapter 19. Morgan
  21. Chapter 20. Anna
  22. Chapter 21. Morgan
  23. Chapter 22. Anna
  24. Chapter 23. Morgan
  25. Chapter 24. Anna
  26. Chapter 25. Morgan
  27. Chapter 26. Anna
  28. Chapter 27. Morgan
  29. Chapter 28. Anna
  30. Chapter 29. Morgan
  31. Chapter 30. Anna
  32. Chapter 31. Morgan
  33. Chapter 32. Anna
  34. Chapter 33. Morgan
  35. Chapter 34. Anna
  36. Chapter 35. Morgan
  37. Chapter 36. Anna
  38. Chapter 37. Morgan
  39. Chapter 38. Anna
  40. Chapter 39. Morgan
  41. Chapter 40. Anna
  42. Chapter 41. Morgan
  43. Chapter 42. Anna
  44. Chapter 43. Morgan
  45. Chapter 44. Anna
  46. Chapter 45. Morgan
  47. Chapter 46. Anna
  48. Chapter 47. Morgan
  49. Chapter 48. Anna
  50. Chapter 49. Morgan
  51. Chapter 50. Anna
  52. Chapter 51. Morgan
  53. Chapter 52. Anna
  54. Chapter 53. Morgan
  55. Chapter 54. Anna
  56. Chapter 55. Morgan
  57. Chapter 56. Anna
  58. Chapter 57. Morgan
  59. Chapter 58. Anna
  60. Chapter 59. Morgan
  61. Chapter 60
  62. Chapter 61
  63. Chapter 62
  64. Chapter 63
  65. Chapter 64
  66. Chapter 65
  67. Chapter 66
  68. Chapter 67
  69. Epilogue: Morgan
  70. Acknowledgements

The old editions of the Chowan Herald, all on microfilm, were located in the small, cramped, and quiet second story of the library. I was the only person up there, and it took me thirty minutes to figure out how to operate the microfilm machine. I was frustrated by the time I loaded the reel for 1940 and even more frustrated when I realized there was no indexing—no way to search for Anna’s name. I began running through the papers week by week, studying the crude images with the dodgy machine, finally finding a photograph in the February 15 edition. The large but grainy picture appeared to have been taken inside the warehouse—Mama Nelle’s “big barn,” I felt sure. Anna and her very cool haircut stood next to an empty canvas … or at least, it appeared empty until I enlarged the shot and saw the faint but clear pounce lines that covered the surface. I understood immediately what I was looking at. Anna Dale had created a cartoon of the mural and pounced the image onto the canvas. A thrill ran up my spine, knowing that the canvas I was looking at was the very canvas I was working on, and I had the out-of-body feeling that I was there, with her, in that warehouse. I squinted at the faint, grainy image. I could see no pounce marks for the motorcycle, although it was hard to make out much of anything on the canvas.

The photograph was interesting in other ways, too. Anna stood to one side, pointing to the canvas, a wide smile on her face. She wore wide-legged pants and a smudged white smock. I thought she was beautiful. I smoothed my hand over my own shoulder-length pale hair, wondering how it would look in that bob. Flat as a pancake, most likely. My hair didn’t have the body hers did.

Next to Anna, a young black man held a long roll of paper—probably the used cartoon. On the opposite side of the canvas, a towheaded boy stood with his hands in his pockets. Both the man’s and the boy’s gazes were riveted on whatever Anna was illustrating on the canvas. There was just one line beneath the picture: Artist Anna Dale discusses the drawing for the mural, which will reside in the Edenton Post Office.