She felt rather than heard Tituba speak, a distorted sound vibrating through the water. She got back to her feet. “Sorry, what you say?” Tituba was also standing. Water from the ends of her hair ran down her chest, along the stripes on her stomach and down into the river. “I said you are not happy here.” Rachel dropped her gaze, watching the water moving around her body. Tituba continued. “It seems like there is something on your mind.” Rachel managed to look up and meet Tituba’s eyes. She was afraid that admitting her unease was an insult, after all the runaways had done. But standing before
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