a girl without a name  <h3><b>“run! run!” she whispered.</b></h3><p>“hide in the woods before daddy gets home!”</p><p>i sprinted across the field and down into a gully and along a path by rock-faces where croft run brings cool sweet water, even in summer. after a time, i found my way to the family cemetery and the safety of the hillock where i could see anyone approaching from any direction, even at night.</p><p>exhausted, i stopped at the mossy log, got on my knees, folded my hands, and prayed to have the wickedness taken out of me.</p><p>and then i heard the coughing and sputtering of daddy’s pick-up truck coming down the wash-board road. even this far away, the early evening otherwise calm, i could hear my mother shouting angrily as my father drove up. i did not hear the words, but by their tone i knew what she must have told him.</p><p><b>a tale of awakening and self-discovery.</b></p><h4><b>virginia hall’s heartwarming novella captures the hope and determination of a child in rural appalachia on an arduous journey of gender and identity.</b></h4>