"My ma and my sister are hiding in the shed, least they were," she whispered although we were fifty yards away and the house resounded to shouts and l...ughter. I followed her through a small wood lot, and we both saw two sets of footprints leading from the lean-to toward the woods. "I think they got away," she said, smiling for the first time. "I figured them brutes would be raping both a'them by now." You got some whisky in there?" I asked as the noise of a German song reached us.She nodded.. It was about a week later and I had just walked in the door after school when the phone rang. “Hi honey,” the voice on the other end said. “Hi Mom, what’s up?” “Listen Susan, I’m going to be delayed at the hospital for about two hours, Joe is supposed to be coming over to pick me up for dinner, will you call him and tell him I’ll be late?” “Sure, no problem.” I dialed the phone and finally Joe’s answering machine answered. . So much for ethnic change. In one northern Maryland town they found an old ‘sub-station’, a hideout, for the ‘underground railroad’. A few blocks away when they tore down an old log cabin they found an old Confederate uniform stuffed in one of the walls. Was the owner of the ‘hide out a Yankee? Probably. Was the wearer of the uniform a Rebel? Probably. They lived together in the same town, talk about a ‘Brothers’ War’. On an economic level, as the tobacco industry withered north of Maryland. With heels, Evelyn is nearly her height but since Maria has heels on as well she is still taller. Evelyn takes her hand and leads her back to the very last wall. It's darker back here so no one will see them with one glance, thankfully. That would be quite the scandal. Suddenly, Maria is pushed face first against the wall. She gasps at the rough hands on her hips and presses her palms to the cold cement wall. Evelyn will often fuck her depending on her mood. When they meet at Maria's.