Surviving Savannah

by Patti Callahan Henry

Maddox

They would never, at any other time, have seen each other in this condition, wet to the bone and nearly naked. Without the pretense of linen and silk, without the finery of three-piece suits and elaborate bonnets, without the rings and necklaces that told of wealth, they were all equal.

No one spoke of their servant or their slave. No one talked of their money or their property. They talked of their families; they

The security and ease of life he offered.

Soon after their wedding day, she would have easily given them all up in exchange for simple kindness.

Now she knew better—it was about control. Over her. The household. The servants and slaves. Over all their lives.