The Chicone Creek (right) runs by the boundary of Handsell plantation,  a highway of beauty most days. Death washes down its swollen banks when the heavy rains come, and then I fear its secret power.



Charles (below right) at peace with himself, the land, and others.

Dee (below) learns to read with Anne (far right)

















Life on Handsell Plantation is good --and that's whe way Anne likes it. Everything in order, every one in his place. She does not think that her peace is necessarily another's distress.