Later, she read about Zora Neale Hurston and Jean Toomer in Alice Walker's In Search of Our Mother's Gardens.
Zora Neale Hurston occupies a page in a photograph as threshold-breaker, justly so.
When Zora returned with the atlas she found him rubbing them through his hair, and staring at vacancy.
Zora fell to her knees, her heart weeping like the eyes of sorrow.
Colonel Cresswell stared at them, and Zora instinctively put up her hand and fastened her dress at the throat.
But, when the princess looked up, Zora was smiling very sweetly.
At this juncture the manacled boy was led into court, and the woman suddenly turned again to Zora.
Zora could hardly wait for nightfall, so eager was she to do her wicked work.
The new young physician recommended Zora's infirmary as the only near place that offered a chance for the child's recovery.
A mist arose, in which Zora could see dim figures, one after another.