BLOOD IS SUPPOSED TO BE THICKER THAN WATER. But he made my blood spill like water. So I crossed waters to leave blood behind, hoping I wouldn't leave a trail for him to follow and find me. Still, when I am enjoying the fruits of freedom most, that is when I think I see him-in a crowd or just outside a darkened window-determined to have his slave returned. AT ONE TIME, I WONDERED HOW HE WOULD HAVE FELT ABOUT CALLING ME HIS SON...