The writer of the essay that troubled him was Lancy Davis. He had known the identity of the author before he turned the last sheet over and saw the signature. Already he had some trouble with Lancy. His older sister had gone out to work as a servant when she was eleven years old and she had been raped by her employer, a white man past middle age. Then a year or so later he had received an emergency call to attend Lancy.

Doctor Copeland went to the filing case in his bedroom where he kept notes on all of his patients. He took out the card marked Mrs. Dan Davis and Family and glanced through the notations until he reached Lancys name. The date was four years ago. The entries on him were written with more care than the others and in ink: thirteen years old—past puberty.

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