Jackie
Your description of the characters and their surroundings put us right there in Mississippi. I yelled out loud when Sugar lost his pole and oars. Papa thought something was wrong with me. Actually, I yelled out a “bad” word. I laughed out loud when Sugar whacked Stewie across the face with the fish. Finally, he stood up to him. Uncle Free turned out to be a soft-touch. Mama did know just what she was doing. After three months or so with Uncle Free, Sugar finally felt like the swamp was home.

Papa
I’ve always been a city boy, but after reading your book, I felt like I was down South in the country. Each page painted a picture. I could see the island the night of the storm. I could see the construction on the church and the stained glass window. You are truly a wonderful storyteller, author, and human being. Keep up the good work!

Warm regards,
Jackie and Papa