Annie was in a bad marriage and the fact that she was a Vergro.
When Annie told her husband about the dissatisfaction with their marriage, he conceded that he too found it to be less that he expected, and had seceretly hoping to leave and study religion.
Annie had made her plans meticulously and in secret. One early evening to see if she was ready, she placed stones in two five gallon pails to the cotton gin. She rested a little, and then, discarding some rocks, she walked in the darkness to the saw mill five miles farther along the dirt road
The next morning she left her house carrying the meat pies , lard, an iron brazier, and coals for fire.
For the next few years, on balmy spring days, blistering summer noons, and cold, wet, and wintry middays, Annie never disappointed her customers, who could count on seeing the tall, brown-skin woman bent over her braizier, carefully turning the meat pies.
Annie had chosen a new path and that stall became her own store.