A Letter from Miss Harriet Tubman, Kansas, 1954:
No, I am not THAT Harriet Tubman.
Everyone in Town is talking about Debbie Ann. Sweet young girl, she won the Miss Sweetheart competition at last year's Town Fair.
Then, over the last few months, she began to gain a lot of weight. She went from being a slender slip of a girl to a butterball, and everyone wondered what was going on: she was certainly too young to be that fat, you can't let yourself get that fat until you are older and have a Husband.
Well, it turns out she wasn't getting fat, she is pregnant. Miss Sweetheart of the Fair, unmarried and pregnant: of course the Town is in a dither.
No one knows who the Father is, but everyone has their own suspicions. We can only be sure it isn't Charlie Ross, because he lost his testicles in the war, bless his poor soul.
I was thinking about this, and the time she would've got pregnant was about the same time the Mexicans came to town.
It is horrible to even think about: if the baby comes out even looking half-Mexican there will be Trouble. No one wants to hang a new Father, but there are standards to be upheld.
I pray that the baby is born healthy and really, really white.
Sincerely,
Harriet.
I am Laslo.
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