“There’s a whole downstairs part, too,” Dania said, leading the trio around the curved staircase. As they descended, Gwen caught sight of the inscribed poem from museum founder Dr. Margaret Burroughs:
What shall I tell my children who are Black
of what it means to be a captive in this dark skin?
They continued down into the sparse lower level of the DuSable Museum, where a series of prefab walls had been set up in the empty corridor, with paintings hung on each one.
“I thought it was sort of hard to follow,” Dania said, sitting down into the couch with her dogeared copy of The Bone People.
“What, because she doesn’t use quotation marks for spoken dialogue?” Eleanor asked.
“Well, that’s part of it, obviously,” Dania said. “But it’s also, like, she changes who’s talking mid-sentence half the time. The book is super atmospheric –– Gwen, I bet you just loved it, right?”
Gwen smiled, shielding her grin with a contemplative hand. “We’ll get to my thoughts.”
The Hanslick Girls 