Maggie pulled out a raggedy old Bible. Abby gave her a shy smile and sidled up to her. That a book yous gonna read? Yes, its the Bible, Gods Word. Maggie opened it and yellowed pages rippled. It belonged to my grandmother, and Ill always treasure it. Wish Is could read what God has to say. Abbys face took on a hopeful look. Yous could read it to me. Of course, if you like, you can listen as I read each morning. Maggie pulled a foot stool close to her. Have a seat. I have a question for you. Abby plumped down onto the stool. Yes? Can any of the slave children read? Oh no missus. White owners dont allow that. Theres a law against it. Grown slaves dont know how to read cept Mammy. She used to be a house slave before the last owner sent her to the fields, and theys dont know she can read. She taught herself by listening to the lessons the white kids got. Theys dont know it, but Mammy reads recipes. So thats how she creates such fabulous dishes and knows how to cook NAwlins style with the Creole seasoning. Dont say Is told you. She might tan my hide. Itll be our secret. Maggie patted the girls shoulder glad to know she trusted her. Abby was all ears as she listened wide-eyed while Maggie read from Jeremiah Chapter One, Verse Five. Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart . . . . Abbys eyes grew as large as half dollars. You mean God knows me. amazon/River-Oaks-Plantation-B-Robinson-ebook/dp/B00H8XZLCE/ref=la_B007DNJIKU_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1387056311&sr=1-
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