I like to quilt barefooted like I'm running down the street, the way we did when the race was really serious. I like to take off each shoe, and each sock, psyching myself up the way we would before we raced down the street when we were little. I can feel the pavement, the freedom, I can feel my beating heart. I hear the muffled rumble of voices cheering and jeering, who's gon' win? He gon' win. I hear the voice of my brother. That's my big brother. No one can beat him racing down the street. Especially when he takes his shoes off.