The Atlanta Buckhead roads are worn trails of dirt. As one enters an established home with walnut hardwoods greeted by a black mamme named Bessy with bewitching eyes and youthful radiance, one realizes that the year is sometime before the ravaging civil war blazed through the south. The front door shuts behind the reader as the author leads you through her father Morgan's Buckhead mansion he built. Bessy would gather with other slaves behind the ol' barn in the wee hours of the full moon. Not able to sleep, Lilly would follow the sounds of the chanting and parading fire to find the house...