"What's gonna happen?"
It weird seein' Cecile all weak, her voice like a baby in its volume and passion. When her husban' died, she was cryin' and cryin' on end. But she never seemed so defeated as she is now.
She waits fo' my answer, starin' at me with them real black eyes, lookin' mo' worried than I thought possible. I ain't sure if it cause them slaves outside, or the weather itself but either way it don't matter. I can't do nothin' 'bout it.
"I dunno," I finally say, standin' up to join 'er at the window. "I really don' kno'."
She makes a whimperin' sound from the back of her throat, an' threads her two thumbs together. She rocks on her heels, to her toes then back, repeatin' the pattern over an' over. She outta ideas.
"I can't loose no more," she whispers, mo' to herself than me. "I can't loose no mo' family."
Family? Cecile don't have no family. I the closest she got.
"... Can't do it."
Before I kno' what's happenin', she runnin' from the room straight to the door that leads outside. My mind takes a miniute to soak in everythin' and by the time I do- it too late. She gone to join 'em.
"No."
I start panickin', my breath caught in my throat. Cecile can't die, not here an' now when I need 'er. Even though she a slave- she the only thin' I got. Before even I kno' what I doin'- I out the kitchen, daddy's name on my lips.
I find 'em in the study, with the rest of them girls, given' comfort to the Mistress.
"Daddy," my voice is pained and outta breath. Cecile can't die on me- even though she ain't much- she the closest thin' I got to a mother. "Daddy, what 'bout them slaves outside?"
Daddy gives a chuckle, promptin' all three women to join 'em. He think I jokin', he always does.
"Daddy, they all worth a real buck load a money." I try to calm myself, playin' at all that daddy truly cares 'bout. Gold. Silver. "Daddy- what 'bout Mista Granger- if any of 'em die- you'll be short of fifty."
He stops laughin' fo' a moment, both of us eyein' each other real hard. I dunno if he can tell, my real motives, but honestly it don't matter cause I gotta point.
It weird seein' Cecile all weak, her voice like a baby in its volume and passion. When her husban' died, she was cryin' and cryin' on end. But she never seemed so defeated as she is now.
She waits fo' my answer, starin' at me with them real black eyes, lookin' mo' worried than I thought possible. I ain't sure if it cause them slaves outside, or the weather itself but either way it don't matter. I can't do nothin' 'bout it.
"I dunno," I finally say, standin' up to join 'er at the window. "I really don' kno'."
She makes a whimperin' sound from the back of her throat, an' threads her two thumbs together. She rocks on her heels, to her toes then back, repeatin' the pattern over an' over. She outta ideas.
"I can't loose no more," she whispers, mo' to herself than me. "I can't loose no mo' family."
Family? Cecile don't have no family. I the closest she got.
"... Can't do it."
Before I kno' what's happenin', she runnin' from the room straight to the door that leads outside. My mind takes a miniute to soak in everythin' and by the time I do- it too late. She gone to join 'em.
"No."
I start panickin', my breath caught in my throat. Cecile can't die, not here an' now when I need 'er. Even though she a slave- she the only thin' I got. Before even I kno' what I doin'- I out the kitchen, daddy's name on my lips.
I find 'em in the study, with the rest of them girls, given' comfort to the Mistress.
"Daddy," my voice is pained and outta breath. Cecile can't die on me- even though she ain't much- she the closest thin' I got to a mother. "Daddy, what 'bout them slaves outside?"
Daddy gives a chuckle, promptin' all three women to join 'em. He think I jokin', he always does.
"Daddy, they all worth a real buck load a money." I try to calm myself, playin' at all that daddy truly cares 'bout. Gold. Silver. "Daddy- what 'bout Mista Granger- if any of 'em die- you'll be short of fifty."
He stops laughin' fo' a moment, both of us eyein' each other real hard. I dunno if he can tell, my real motives, but honestly it don't matter cause I gotta point.
