“My mother and I get up in the dark. We dress in the dark. We walk down the stairs from the bedroom we share out of the house in the dark. Outside, the street is quiet. Too early for cars or buses, children playing, or others walking. It’s too early even for talk that is soft.”

“My mother and I get up in the dark. We dress in the dark. We walk down the stairs from the bedroom we share out of the house in the dark. Outside, the street is quiet. Too early for cars or buses, children playing, or others walking. It’s too early even for talk that is soft.”

— Georgia Scott