Two of his father's kinfolk had marched off with the First Battalion of Maryland Loyalists in 1777, and his oldest brother was captured on Long Island...as a member of the Maryland Continental Line. An uncle now captained his own privateer somewhere in the South Atlantic. Philip was, he admitted to his friends, lukewarm, more interested in the courtroom than in revolution, but every Saturday he drilled with his comrades, an old musket on his shoulder, one he had never fired.He was tall and thin. It was the first time she had been allowed to watch her father work. She vividly remembered holding Ann’s hand as her father finished getting her ready, the calm look in Ann’s eyes as she watched their father lift the cleaver, and the way her hand had tightened on Rebecca’s momentarily as it came down through her slim neck. But the image that stayed with her the most, was the way her older sister’s eyes kept moving and the strange, bemused and not quite panicky look in in them as her father. I remember it exactly the same way; smoky with a musty smell. Small TVs in the front of the theatre played porn. The pool table was in the same place. Everything seemed very familiar. Little did I know Master had a plan already laid out for me; a fantasy this time HE wanted to make real. I followed Master cautiously taking our seats toward the back and off to the side. My eyes had trouble adjusting to the darkness and I was afraid I’d fall over in my heels. The screen played a woman with. Mr. Simon tried to call Pop and confirmed with the telephone company that Pop's phone was in good working order then called us back. Virginia and I headed for my old home thinking that if Pop were at his place he would have answered even if he was being held there.We stopped just below the crest of the ridgeline then walked the rest of the way up to look at my old home. Smoke was coming out of the chimney so I knew someone was in the house. Virginia and I made our way down from the ridge.