"Are you here to tell me breakfast is ready?" I shake my head no as she begins to walk forward, a panicked feelin' in my gut. I dunno really what she'd even be able to do to me, but there ain't no doubt Samuel'd get a whippin'. One that he don't deserve.
"So breakfast ain't ready?" She continues creepin' forward, like a spider, an even smirk on her perfect lips.
I open my mouth to stop her again', with words that I don't got when Cecile walks up behind her. She came from the door closest to outside, but the Mistress don't seem to notice.
"Breakfast is on the table."
I let out a breath of air that I was holdin', and whisper my thanks to God. I dunno how Samuel did it- but he did and fo' that I real thankful.
The Mistress look upset that she ain't gonna get me in trouble, but she says nothin' out loud as she goes toward the food. Her nose is stickin' up real high in the air and her posture is one of a lady. But I ain't jealous, I used to be, but I ain't know cause I'd rather be slouchin' than evil.
I beam at Cecile, "Thank you."
Cecile gives me a thank you back, then bows out of the room with no other word. I watch her go- so unlike the Mistress in every way and then, when she round the corner, I follow. My steps are slow and practiced, only takin' inches at a time. I ain't hungry. I don't wanna be polite with the Mistress and sit with her.
Very much un like a lady- she already eatin' when I get there. She ain't shovin' it down or nothin' but fo' her- fo' a lady she sure eatin' fast. Maybe there is a baby in her stomach.
"Shall I get Mary?"
She sighs, like I bother to her fo' jus' bein' there. Like I bother fo' jus' bein' alive.
"Send Cecile."
Cecile is standin' closer to the Mistress than I, so I don't get why she don't tell her herself, but I don't argue. I ask as polite as I can without bein' too nice. The Mistress don't like when I get too nice with the slaves.
"And, Cecile," the Mistress calls when she half way up the stairs, "Do wake Miss. Lizabeth and Thomas as well." Her voice is real snoody and even though she got a right to be- I don't like it. I don't like her. When Cecile disappear up the stairs, the room is basked in silence.
"So breakfast ain't ready?" She continues creepin' forward, like a spider, an even smirk on her perfect lips.
I open my mouth to stop her again', with words that I don't got when Cecile walks up behind her. She came from the door closest to outside, but the Mistress don't seem to notice.
"Breakfast is on the table."
I let out a breath of air that I was holdin', and whisper my thanks to God. I dunno how Samuel did it- but he did and fo' that I real thankful.
The Mistress look upset that she ain't gonna get me in trouble, but she says nothin' out loud as she goes toward the food. Her nose is stickin' up real high in the air and her posture is one of a lady. But I ain't jealous, I used to be, but I ain't know cause I'd rather be slouchin' than evil.
I beam at Cecile, "Thank you."
Cecile gives me a thank you back, then bows out of the room with no other word. I watch her go- so unlike the Mistress in every way and then, when she round the corner, I follow. My steps are slow and practiced, only takin' inches at a time. I ain't hungry. I don't wanna be polite with the Mistress and sit with her.
Very much un like a lady- she already eatin' when I get there. She ain't shovin' it down or nothin' but fo' her- fo' a lady she sure eatin' fast. Maybe there is a baby in her stomach.
"Shall I get Mary?"
She sighs, like I bother to her fo' jus' bein' there. Like I bother fo' jus' bein' alive.
"Send Cecile."
Cecile is standin' closer to the Mistress than I, so I don't get why she don't tell her herself, but I don't argue. I ask as polite as I can without bein' too nice. The Mistress don't like when I get too nice with the slaves.
"And, Cecile," the Mistress calls when she half way up the stairs, "Do wake Miss. Lizabeth and Thomas as well." Her voice is real snoody and even though she got a right to be- I don't like it. I don't like her. When Cecile disappear up the stairs, the room is basked in silence.
