Molly
IN THE MINESHAFT anything can happen in the dark far below. It isn’t the kind of hell that the church folks like to describe, but its trapdoor opens quickly if you’re not careful.
A cart, so heavy with raw ore, can topple and jam the rails and knock one of the support beams asunder.
Anything can happen, including death.
These men know full well what they are getting into, especially those who’ve crossed the Atlantic Ocean to arrive here.
I don’t know their languages but I want to ask again and again when I read the headlines about the latest mining accident: Is it still worth the long hours for such low pay?
But I never ask.
Everyone knows me as Anna Marie Bergman, but they call me Molly.
They also say I’m a very good cook.
I have golden flax hair.
I have freckles that disa
