“Now my name’s Lacey Roker,” the blind woman said. “And you’re Doctor McPhee.”
“You can call me Claire. I appreciate your generosity in putting me up.”
“Don’t you worry about it.”
Claire followed Lacey into the n*****s’ quarters. She marveled at how well Lacey navigated, but she recognized the woman must be very familiar with her surroundings. This building had been barracks at one point with a large gathering space just inside the entrance. People sat around tables or on stools talking in hushed tones. Some of them played cards or dice, but in general a feeling of exhaustion pervaded the place. Claire could see why. The men had been busy with rescue and recovery all day, and the women had gone about their duties as much as they could. She didn’t sense any hostility, just mild curiosity
