I drink the tea in silence; though the slave still sittin' right next ta me. She keep openin' her mouth then shuttin' it. An' I keep sighin'- not so much drinkin' the tea as stirrin' it. I jus' ain't thirsty- no sir. My mind too crazy ta drink now. Too crazy, full a stuff that I jus' don't wanna think 'bout. I try not too, but I do anyways. I think 'bout daddy an' Miss. Lizabeth an' Mary an' them two slaves back home. An' that ain't the problem, I guess. A lady can think 'bout that- jus' not the way I am.
"Yo' sure the tea warm 'nough?"
"'Course- thank you."
An' then mo' silence. What if Samuel were white? What'd I do then? I mean... he great- an' sweet an' actually lettin' me write ta my brother, James. If he were white- I'd like 'em better than Lloyd an' Thomas. An' maybe I'd even be happy.
There jus' one problem. He ain't white- an' he never gonna be. But is that a problem...? Can't I still... No. No I can't.
"You want me ta help you get ready- the rest a the guests wakin' soon. An', I kno' they like you ta look nice."
I sigh- again. I guess it my new thin' now, an' nod my head. Mind as well start the day.
"Shore. Could ya warm up a bath?"
I haven't had one in wha' seem like a real, real lon' time. 'Course it was only a few days ago- but I feel all dirty. Inside my head an' out.
"A bath Miss?"
I nod, though I can tell she uncomfortable. Normal guests probably don't bath the first day they there. It kinda rude- but I don't care really. All I is doin'- is talkin' ta a slave.
"Yes, I said I bath,"I say. "I expect it ready real soon."
"Oh- well," she mutter, "Yes. I'll have it ready soon." An' then she scurry off. I glad she ain't my slave normal- I like Cecile much better. Bein' one a two slaves obviously ain't good fo' her- she ain't subservient enough.
I guess though, I like Cecile an' Samuel. An' they've tried to run away. An' I even helped 'em. Why would I help them- it make no sense. I shan't have helped 'em- everythin' jus went down from there. That was when I was first confused.
It almos' an hour later, when the slave call me up fo' the bath- but luckily no one else up yet. The water ain't real hot, an' it make me uncomfortable in how cold it is. But I don't say nothin'.
"Yo' sure the tea warm 'nough?"
"'Course- thank you."
An' then mo' silence. What if Samuel were white? What'd I do then? I mean... he great- an' sweet an' actually lettin' me write ta my brother, James. If he were white- I'd like 'em better than Lloyd an' Thomas. An' maybe I'd even be happy.
There jus' one problem. He ain't white- an' he never gonna be. But is that a problem...? Can't I still... No. No I can't.
"You want me ta help you get ready- the rest a the guests wakin' soon. An', I kno' they like you ta look nice."
I sigh- again. I guess it my new thin' now, an' nod my head. Mind as well start the day.
"Shore. Could ya warm up a bath?"
I haven't had one in wha' seem like a real, real lon' time. 'Course it was only a few days ago- but I feel all dirty. Inside my head an' out.
"A bath Miss?"
I nod, though I can tell she uncomfortable. Normal guests probably don't bath the first day they there. It kinda rude- but I don't care really. All I is doin'- is talkin' ta a slave.
"Yes, I said I bath,"I say. "I expect it ready real soon."
"Oh- well," she mutter, "Yes. I'll have it ready soon." An' then she scurry off. I glad she ain't my slave normal- I like Cecile much better. Bein' one a two slaves obviously ain't good fo' her- she ain't subservient enough.
I guess though, I like Cecile an' Samuel. An' they've tried to run away. An' I even helped 'em. Why would I help them- it make no sense. I shan't have helped 'em- everythin' jus went down from there. That was when I was first confused.
It almos' an hour later, when the slave call me up fo' the bath- but luckily no one else up yet. The water ain't real hot, an' it make me uncomfortable in how cold it is. But I don't say nothin'.
