She would come to learn, by way of the mix of languages she heard spoken, that wave after wave of white men had claimed Trinidad as their own, but she never accepted this as an adequate explanation. It begged a deeper question—why did they come? What did they see in this marshy place that made them so eager to kill one another to have it? But then, Rachel had always been confused by the lengths to which white men would go for the sake of possession. Perhaps their avarice truly knew no bounds—for, even if Rachel squinted, she could see no corner of Port of Spain that would have driven her to
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