“Later that night, Mary and her mother served the Holmes’ their evening meal, beans soaked in molasses and water with sliced potato. Mary’s mother dished it into small metal bowls from the slave quarters because all of Miss Dorthea’s fine china had broken . Things were different now, out on the trail, heading towards freedom. Maybe that is what freedom promised, Mary thought, everyone eating off the same plate.“
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