Read the excerpt from Roll of Thunder. Hear My Cry.
What does Cassie most likely feel in the excerpt?
The night whispered of distant thunder. It was muggy, hot, a
miserable night for sleeping. Twice I had awakened hoping
that it was time to be up, but each time the night had been
total blackness with no hint of a graying dawn. On the front
porch Mr. Morrison sat singing soft and low into the long
night, chanting to the approaching thunder. He had been
there since the house had darkened after church, watching
and waiting as he had done every night since Papa had been
injured. No one had ever explained why he watched and
waited, but I knew. It had to do with the Wallaces.
loneliness
happiness
restlessness
peacefulness

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