"You sure?"
I don't even turn to look at Lloyd, but I nod my head anyway. I'm sure, real sure. He sighs, all loud, so I glance over and he runnin' a hand through his hair. He don't know if he believe me no more. But he ain't gonna say nothin' cause he ain't sure if I lyin' neither. I grab his hand, leanin' my head on his shoulder.
"I'm positive."
Though my lie wasn't the best one in the world, Lloyd starts to relax, returnin' my grip with his hand. Jus' doin' that mean he gotta believe me, at least a little. I quietly sigh to myself, in relief. I will try real hard in the morn' to learn even more of the Holy Book.
I lock eyes with Samuel, and it hard to tell if he feels greatful or not. He ain't as easy to read, nor play with as Lloyd. His eyes make me real uncomfortable. I wanna turn back to Cecile but jus' watchin' her cry, fo' no real reason at all is too hard to do. I stay lookin' at Samuel. I angry with 'em, puttin' me in this situation with Lloyd. Cecile kno' that we out here, why she gotta risk it? But after I keep lookin' at him, an' those eyes, my anger is gone.
The silence is real tense, but I find all words stuck in the back of my throat. I only know one thing fo' sure-I ain't gonna be the one that breaks it.
"Maybe we should head back in."
I ain't even sure Cecile nor Samuel could even hear 'em, he speak so quiet. I pull away from his shoulder, feelin' weird 'bout restin' my head on it for so lon'.
"Yes, Daddy will be wonderin' where I am."
I slip my hand away from his, headin' for the manor. He quickly follows, yellin' for the slaves to come with him. He don't trust neither of them to go back to their shacks.
I wanna speak to Cecile alone, but Lloyd don't give me no time to myself. With each step I take, I gotta remind myself that he ain't Mista Smith, he way better. But after a while, with his breath on my neck, even thinkin' that don't help.
When we get to the manor, I'm so fed up with everythin' that I jus' wanna retire to my room and sleep. But I don't know no way to leave Lloyd without bein' too rude.
Samuel storms off as soon as he's inside, Cecile trailin' him like a shadow. Both their heads are down, and I worry that Cecile still cryin'. And then I worry that I worry too much.
"Daddy," I call, hopin' to find him and have him tell me to sleep, "Daddy,"
I don't even turn to look at Lloyd, but I nod my head anyway. I'm sure, real sure. He sighs, all loud, so I glance over and he runnin' a hand through his hair. He don't know if he believe me no more. But he ain't gonna say nothin' cause he ain't sure if I lyin' neither. I grab his hand, leanin' my head on his shoulder.
"I'm positive."
Though my lie wasn't the best one in the world, Lloyd starts to relax, returnin' my grip with his hand. Jus' doin' that mean he gotta believe me, at least a little. I quietly sigh to myself, in relief. I will try real hard in the morn' to learn even more of the Holy Book.
I lock eyes with Samuel, and it hard to tell if he feels greatful or not. He ain't as easy to read, nor play with as Lloyd. His eyes make me real uncomfortable. I wanna turn back to Cecile but jus' watchin' her cry, fo' no real reason at all is too hard to do. I stay lookin' at Samuel. I angry with 'em, puttin' me in this situation with Lloyd. Cecile kno' that we out here, why she gotta risk it? But after I keep lookin' at him, an' those eyes, my anger is gone.
The silence is real tense, but I find all words stuck in the back of my throat. I only know one thing fo' sure-I ain't gonna be the one that breaks it.
"Maybe we should head back in."
I ain't even sure Cecile nor Samuel could even hear 'em, he speak so quiet. I pull away from his shoulder, feelin' weird 'bout restin' my head on it for so lon'.
"Yes, Daddy will be wonderin' where I am."
I slip my hand away from his, headin' for the manor. He quickly follows, yellin' for the slaves to come with him. He don't trust neither of them to go back to their shacks.
I wanna speak to Cecile alone, but Lloyd don't give me no time to myself. With each step I take, I gotta remind myself that he ain't Mista Smith, he way better. But after a while, with his breath on my neck, even thinkin' that don't help.
When we get to the manor, I'm so fed up with everythin' that I jus' wanna retire to my room and sleep. But I don't know no way to leave Lloyd without bein' too rude.
Samuel storms off as soon as he's inside, Cecile trailin' him like a shadow. Both their heads are down, and I worry that Cecile still cryin'. And then I worry that I worry too much.
"Daddy," I call, hopin' to find him and have him tell me to sleep, "Daddy,"
