Irene and my aunt want from me what Miss Emma wants from Jefferson,’ I said. ‘I don’t know if Miss Emma ever had anybody in her past that she could be proud of. Possibly – maybe not. But she wants that now, and she wants it from him. Irene and my aunt want it from me. Miss Emma knows that the state of Louisiana is about to take his life, but before that happens she wants something to remember him by. Irene and my aunt know that one day I will leave them, but they are not about to let me go without a fight. It’s the same thing, the very same thing. Miss Emma needs a memory. Do you want she told me when I sat on the bed? That Reverend Ambrose and I should get along, and together – together – we should try and reach Jefferson. Why not the soul? No, she wants memories, memories of him standing like a man.