Excerpt
Patience de Verteuil made the sign of the cross as the steamship Steebeth pulled away from Invaders Bay. She was leaving Trinidad behind, setting out on an unexpected journey sparked by a letter her father received from an old friend, Harriet Tubman. She looked up to her father standing beside her, searching his strong brown face for any signs of doubt but there were none. They were on their way to America, to a city she never heard of until a few weeks ago; Nicodemus, Kansas.
She tugged at her father's white cotton shirt, and he looked down on her with smiling eyes.
"What is it, cheri?" he asked.
"Are you sure about this, papa?"
He squatted before her then hugged her with his thick arms. Papa was a big man, dwarfing her despite the growth spurt that came with her twelfth birthday. Other things had come as well, things that papa had a hard time explaining to her. He took her instead to Sister Rosa. She wished mama could have told her such things, but mama had died so long ago, Patience barely remembered her. There was a painting of her in their old house that Patience would stare at and imagine them having conversations about flowers, food and sometimes boys. The thought made her smile as papa hugged her.
"I'm sure," he said. "Miss Tubman would not have sent for me if it wasn't important."
"So important that we must leave our home?"
Papa nodded. "Miss Tubman is a very special person. She has a great responsibility that she cannot bear alone. I and others must assist her."
"Are the others from Trinidad, too?"
"No. They live in America. You will meet them when we arrive at Nicodemus, if not before."
"Do they have children?"
He swept Patience into his arms then sat her on the bulwark.
"My little bird is always chirping. Your questions will be answered soon enough. But now we'll wave goodbye to our island and our friends!"
Patience waved with papa, but she could not act as if she was happy. She hoped that whatever papa had to do for this Miss Tubman would be over soon and they could return home. The wind tugged at her bonnet, so she waved with one hand.
"I'll be home soon," she whispered. "Very soon."