As she watched the play, Callie wondered if her papa worked with the man named George Washington. Maybe that was why he had been packing them up that night and taking them to America. Callie thought about that book then. The one that had made her mama cry. They were still in their home in New York when she found it. Callie had opened it to the very same page later and gasped when she saw her papa’s name written there: “Alexander Montgomery.” It said her papa had been found guilty of reason and had to write a sentence about death. It had taken her a long time to sound out all those words and she didn’t understand what they meant, but shortly after that Mama decided they should move. She told Callie that Papa wouldn’t be able to find them after all. Callie didn’t believe her mama. She didn’t tell her that, of course. But Callie would never believe her papa couldn’t find them. Never.