Richard BaskerGrand Marshall
Grand MarshallSouthern Liberation Front
Southern Liberation FrontI grabbed all the papers and shoved them into my pocket. Right then, Mrs. Basker appeared on the stairs behind me. “James, honey? What’s the matter? It’s been a while.” I slowly turned around, empty and terrified. All of my spiritual energy was being devoted to processing what I had just read. “James?” she asked me, with a hint of worry in her voice. “Is everything all right, dear?”
Suddenly, I felt the dreadful urge to get out of that house. My face felt like it would burst at any moment, and the dry basement air was suddenly poisonous to my lungs. I could barely keep myself upright as the room began to spin around me. “Excuse me… Mrs. Basker… I really… must go."
I tried to climb the stairs a
