“I force myself to keep walking instead of running for home, running for the next town. I want to turn to look at him, look him dead in the eye and twist my face into something that shows contempt instead of the terror that too often wins whenever I hear his name so he sees, so he knows he didn’t beat me. But that doesn’t happen.”

“I force myself to keep walking instead of running for home, running for the next town. I want to turn to look at him, look him dead in the eye and twist my face into something that shows contempt instead of the terror that too often wins whenever I hear his name so he sees, so he knows he didn’t beat me. But that doesn’t happen.”

— Patty Blount