Chapter 14
Georgia
“’SCUZE ME, MA’AM, my name is Florence Johnson. My husband works over at the docks as a stevedore and we moved to Weeksville a month ago. I stopped by your husband’s shop the other day with some shoes needed fixin’ and spotted you standin’ out back. Mrs. Washington, right?”
“You can call me Esther. I thought I recognized you. How you like Weeksville?”
“Much better than where we came from down south a few years ago, but that’d be true for almost anywhere!” Florence Johnson snorted and slapped her leg as she appreciated her own humor, as she often did. Esther smiled and offered a polite laugh.
“We remembered Weeksville, ’cause when we came all the way up from Georgia, we spent a night at the Berean Baptist Church. Those folks treated us like family. We went up to Cana
