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Show in my father's house/ 76 the warrant names me as the principal party. But some of you girls must go so they can have 'proof of these charges." Somehow they decided that my mother and Aunt Helga would represent the mothers in jail. A matron was waiting in the hall when they emerged from Aunt Rachel's room. She followed my mother into her bedroom and watched her remove her housecoat and don something nice to wear downtown. "I remember wondering," my mother recalled, "what Helga would wear and if we should dress alike, as we usually did when we went out. But Helga wore her green dress and I wore my burgundy one. And though Helga had the sense to groom herself, I didn't even take time to comb my hair, that matron made me so nervous. I guess she thought I might try to escape or something. I looked at Jake asleep in his crib --he was my baby then, barely eighteen months old, -- and wondered if I should wake him up. Then I realized he would want me to hold him; that would only make it harder. I tried to keep my voice steady when I told Saul to mind Aunt Sarah and take care of his little brother, I can't imagine how frightening the whole thing must have been for him --he was so little then, only four. And then I kissed him good-bye...." My mother and Aunt Helga traveled the fifteen miles into the city in one car, my father in another. Meanwhile, other arrests were underway: Brother Musser sat by as FBI agents rifled his books and papers, ignoring his demands that they pro- |