Chapter 34
The East Side Docks
BODEE MADE A full circle, but still had plenty of time before the start of his workday. The street sign read East Third Street. Where is the entrance? He pulled from his pants the paper Duane had given him and his pepper shaker fell to the ground. The address on the paper agreed with his instructions. He picked up and rubbed his shaker. What should I do, Juba?
The streets bustled at this early hour of the morning and he spotted dozens of families walking in their Sunday finest—full suits for the men and high collared dresses for the women.
Once a wagon pulled away from the adjacent corner, a handwritten poster attached to a street sign became visible—17th Annual St. Mark’s Picnic. One of the well-dressed women motioned as she said, “This way.” Bodee clutc
