(February, 1841)

Melinda, I’ve been preparing to write.

That peculiar girl named Molly, 

who has a bit of liberty in the house,

has said she’ll find some paper.

I have practiced mixing charred wood with water

and have managed to shave a twig

so one end nearly resembles a nib,

but tonight Lila got caught up

under the good Doctor’s whip

for such a little offense. I am frightened.

Doctor Jackson brought in a new troop of slaves today.

A boy of thirteen among them had the welted cheek

that speaks of a driver’s dissatisfaction.

Lila put a poultice on to ease the swelling,

but Jackson wants the boy to understand his place

and thinks a scar will help. Lila’s back

and neck and arms have thirty new wounds

to replace the one she thought to heal.

Melinda, how is Jacob? Ever yours,