What more do they want? Rachel’s mind burst with a thousand answers. There were rivers with mouths as wide as the entire island of Barbados. There was the sea. There were weddings celebrated deep in the forest, away from the misery of the plantations, where love had a cooler, clearer quality to it—like mountain air. There were towns heaving with dirty, grafting people, where the suffering felt different. The work could be as punishing, and the food as meager, but somehow the sheer mass of the hardship, the hundreds of people crammed together in close quarters, made it easier to bear.
