into campus life, leaving the horror sheâd witnessed behind. Study for the exam tonight. Rehearsal tomorrow afternoon. She joined the girls hurrying in to the stately Sisters Chapel for vespers. She passed through the tall marble columns to the sanctuary, slipped into her assigned seat between Jennie Lou and Josephine and lost herself in the soothing tones pouring from the organ, singing the words softly under her breath. âThis is my Fatherâs world / He shines in all thatâs fair . . .â
CHAPTER 2
T hat afternoon, Sophie stood quietly at the window as she watched Dr. Carter depart with his daughter. âAnn Elizabethâs quiet but stubborn, Julia Belle. You canât handle this one as easily as you did Randy.â
âRandy? What are you talking about?â
âThat girlâwhat was her name? You said her father was a garbage man.â
Abruptly Julia Belle got up to noisily stack dishes. âGoodness, that was just a high-school thing.â Public high school! The only one in Atlanta for Negroes. Full of all kinds of youngsters, some of them from nowhere. Will had insisted on it. âThey need to meet different people,â he said. He was wrong.
âCareful, Julia Belle, youâll break that dish. Here, let me help you.â Sophie said, gathering up silver.
Easy for her to be complacent, Julia Belle thought. Helen Rose was still in private school, while hers... Well it was difficult to keep them from becoming too intimate with the wrong people. Ann Elizabeth still kept in touch with that Clayton girl.
âSadie, Sadie Clayton,â Sophie amused. âThat was her name, wasnât it? Lord, was that boy besotted! And I sure canât tell why. Nothing to look atâcoal-black with that real nappy hair. What would their children have looked like? No matter which gets the color, itâs always the girl who gets the kinky hair.â
âTheir children? Sophie, what in Sam Hill are you thinking? Theyâd neverââ
âWell, he was that far gone. He could have married her,â
âDonât be ridiculous! He was only eighteen.â
âEighteen and full of wild oats. What if heâd had to marry her?â
âSophie! There was nothing like that going on.â
âDonât get so huffy. These things do happen and you know it. I donât blame you for getting rid of Sadie.â
âSending her to nursing school was not getting rid of her.â
âYes, it was. Away from the collegeâand Randy.â
âShe wasnât headed for college. And she wouldâve been more out of Randyâs reach as a live-in maid at the Grantsâ estate. Thatâs where her father wanted to place her as soon as she graduated from high school.â
âNo!â
âYes. He called it a great opportunity. I guess it was from his perspective.â
Sophie nodded. âSure. Sure. At least sheâd be out of Beaver Slide and living high. If you have to work as a maid, best to do it for rich folks.â
âWell, Iâm glad I talked him out of it.â
âPaid her tuition, too, didnât you?â
Julia Belle shrugged. âWasnât much. Sadie has a good mind. Iâd hate to see it wasted on other peopleâs toilets.â
Sophie chuckled. âSo you did her a favor, as well as yourself. Where is she now?â
âWorking at Grady where she trained.â
Sophie shook her head. âStrange isnât it? A Negro doctor canât get near the county hospital. Yet they train and hire colored nurses.â
âNothing strange about it. Can you see white nurses handing out bedpans to Negroes in the colored wards?â
âNot likely,â Sophie said, and they both laughed. âStill,â she added, âI understand colored nurses are also permitted to tend patients in the white wing.â
âNothing strange about that, either. Havenât we been waiting on