I wondered, too. Sometimes I even prayed there had been a mistake, and that somebody would come along, take my hand, and say, “Rozelle Quinn, I believe this child belongs to me.” Mama would push me into the arms of the stranger and say, “You’re right. I knew all along that she was your child, but I loved her so I just couldn’t bear to let her go. You take her, though, because she rightfully belongs to you.” I would go off to my new home where there would be a bed from the Griggs Furniture Store, a dress for every day of the week, a change of underpants, and two pairs of shoes with good
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