I have carried the memory of her at that stand into every hard thing I have had to do since.

When I am afraid to do what is right, I think of a woman who had been taught, with everything a man could bring to bear, that her voice would be punished — opening her mouth anyway, in front of him, and telling the truth.

Chapter 11 — I Was Never Insane

When she came to the morning on the highway, her voice cracked for the first time.

“I thought that truck driver was going to save my life,” she said.