The Long Walk Chapter 2
Latrice grew up on a quiet, shady, tree-lined street in the affluent Mount Cherry neighborhood of Philadelphia .There used to be a kaleidoscope of cobblestones covering the road but that had long since been paved over. Black professionals and their families replaced the mostly well to do Jewish community that fled to the surrounding suburbs, shortly after the first people of color moved in. Since then, every house had a perfectly manicured lawn, filled with cheerful azalea shrubs resting in the sun.
Next door to the right, lived Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, the last remaining white folks on the block. Mrs. Wilson often made cinnamon sugar cookies and passed them out to Latrice and her friends. This seemed to bring her great joy. Other times Mrs. Wilson sat on the steps out front of her house, sobbing into an apron, with dark bluish red bruises on her arms and face.
In the house to the left lived the Starks, an often animated group of Mother, Father, Son and Daughter . Latrice spent many evenings listening to boisterous debates seeping through the cracks of her bedroom walls, waking her from sleep.
This was a weekly to almost daily occurrence on the 300 block of Bazemore Street in Mount Cherry. All Latrice could do was sit and wonder when next , and for how long, the chaos in her house would erupt.
Next door to the right, lived Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, the last remaining white folks on the block. Mrs. Wilson often made cinnamon sugar cookies and passed them out to Latrice and her friends. This seemed to bring her great joy. Other times Mrs. Wilson sat on the steps out front of her house, sobbing into an apron, with dark bluish red bruises on her arms and face.
In the house to the left lived the Starks, an often animated group of Mother, Father, Son and Daughter . Latrice spent many evenings listening to boisterous debates seeping through the cracks of her bedroom walls, waking her from sleep.
This was a weekly to almost daily occurrence on the 300 block of Bazemore Street in Mount Cherry. All Latrice could do was sit and wonder when next , and for how long, the chaos in her house would erupt.