“What had it been like the first time Da tried to read the same page? She could almost see his finger under each word, the whisper of his voice as he sounded out the words to himself. How had he ever done that? It seemed impossible.”

Source: Water Street (2006), Chapters 11-20, p. 95-96

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American children's writer 1935

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