When I was little and all nasty, I used to blame Mary for mother's death cause she was born second. And when she got all close to Miss. Lizabeth, I used to think she was tryin' to replace mother. And in my mind that was real selfish. She was abandonin' mother, and abandonin' me.
But now I know that she was jus' tryin' to get through our mother's absence with Miss. Lizabeth, while I tried with daddy. Even though I real smart and can read the most the whole Holy Book, Mary'd been smarter than me. Sometime she still is.
I go to my room, sittin' on my bed and lookin' out the window down at Mary. She smilin' again, walkin' back into the field with Miss. Lizabeth. It too far away to see if she mean it, cause the only way you can see Mary for real is in her eyes.
Cecile lets us know 'bout supper bein' ready real soon, but I'm pretty sure I the only one who hears. Everyone else got somewhere else to be, got someone else to be there with. Now that Mary back- I even more lonely.
I head down to supper early, knowin' that when Cecile tells us that it's ready soon- it really ain't. But I got nothin' else to do and she real good to talk to.
Cecile don't see me at first, but Samuel do. And his eyes aren't cold neither- he actually seem to be smilin' at me. But he don't say nothin', and I don't neither. Our relationship ain't more than a smile.
"Oh Corinne," Cecile finally sees me, jumpin' a little, "Supper ain't ready yet."
I jus' nod, takin' a seat, and tryin' to think of what to say. It not that I want to talk to really, I jus' want company. And sittin' here with people, even if they is slaves, is better than nothin'. I don't have to try to speak no more.
"Mary's back," I say, without thinkin' through it. So much for not talkin'. I most always have a filter in my mouth, but every once and a while I slip up real good.
"Oh."
"Mary your mother?" Samuel asks, his eyes burnin' a hole in my skin. I don't look back at 'em, his eyes contact make me too uncomfortable. But, I've kept to my self-promise and haven't thought 'bout it too much. My mind work in mysterious ways.
I surprised that he don't know who Mary is, seein' as we daughters of his owner. But then again, he haven't been here real lon' and Mary's been gone a little while too.
"No- she my sister, my twin."
But now I know that she was jus' tryin' to get through our mother's absence with Miss. Lizabeth, while I tried with daddy. Even though I real smart and can read the most the whole Holy Book, Mary'd been smarter than me. Sometime she still is.
I go to my room, sittin' on my bed and lookin' out the window down at Mary. She smilin' again, walkin' back into the field with Miss. Lizabeth. It too far away to see if she mean it, cause the only way you can see Mary for real is in her eyes.
Cecile lets us know 'bout supper bein' ready real soon, but I'm pretty sure I the only one who hears. Everyone else got somewhere else to be, got someone else to be there with. Now that Mary back- I even more lonely.
I head down to supper early, knowin' that when Cecile tells us that it's ready soon- it really ain't. But I got nothin' else to do and she real good to talk to.
Cecile don't see me at first, but Samuel do. And his eyes aren't cold neither- he actually seem to be smilin' at me. But he don't say nothin', and I don't neither. Our relationship ain't more than a smile.
"Oh Corinne," Cecile finally sees me, jumpin' a little, "Supper ain't ready yet."
I jus' nod, takin' a seat, and tryin' to think of what to say. It not that I want to talk to really, I jus' want company. And sittin' here with people, even if they is slaves, is better than nothin'. I don't have to try to speak no more.
"Mary's back," I say, without thinkin' through it. So much for not talkin'. I most always have a filter in my mouth, but every once and a while I slip up real good.
"Oh."
"Mary your mother?" Samuel asks, his eyes burnin' a hole in my skin. I don't look back at 'em, his eyes contact make me too uncomfortable. But, I've kept to my self-promise and haven't thought 'bout it too much. My mind work in mysterious ways.
I surprised that he don't know who Mary is, seein' as we daughters of his owner. But then again, he haven't been here real lon' and Mary's been gone a little while too.
"No- she my sister, my twin."
