“Well, me sorry we can’t help.” He glanced at the sea. “We looking for someone, too.” “Not looking,” said his father sharply. “Waiting.” The young man closed his eyes for a moment, a pained expression flashing across his face. Rachel tried to guess his age. Probably around the same as Thomas Augustus, wherever he was now. “Who you waiting for?” she asked. “Me mother,” said the young man. “We come from St. Lucia about a year ago, because we hear they pay a little more here. Me mother say she gon’ join us when she can.” He gave Rachel a sad smile. “Her ship come in today?” Rachel asked. The old
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