If the Fire Comes: A Story of Segregation during the Great Depression

If the Fire Comes: A Story of Segregation during the Great Depression — page 9
had to move out of Uncle Tanner’s house and into the shop where he used to work It was mostly cleaned out now the tools sold to keep them fed Uncle Tanner’s kindness seemed to dwindle with the sale of each tool All that was left now was the forge with the bellows a brass blowtorch and some hand tools hanging along the wall It wasn’t a large shop but the emptiness made the space feel hollow I need some wheels Maya said lowering her head to the pillow Maybe a bike Bring me a bike She gave him a sad smile like she was sorry for asking And the crown jewels of England I’m a spy not a thief Yes of course Maya said turning her head away from him A war hero Go spy me some peanut butter and crackers Joseph resolved to shine enough shoes to get the crackers food for the birds and maybe a treat to go with it He slipped out the door of the shop and blinked at the bright morning sun The shop was the last building