I wait for Miss. Lizabeth to tell me more, but she turn away, yellin' down at Cecile that we'll be down in a minute. She don't even look at me, just walkin' back and forth, glacnin' at the clock every few seconds. She waitin' for somethin', my grand entrance probably.
I jus' sit on my bed, still in shock, watchin' her walk. Back and forth, back and forth. I feel like I've been pushed into that lake not to far from here and I'm drownin'. I look up at the sky, wishin' I could be up there with them birds, but I keep sinkin', almos' to the bottom now.
"What do you mean?" I finally ask her, while tryin' to sort out my feelings. I don't like Mary, so why am I so sad that she ain't comin' back?
"Your daddy sent Mister Johnston up there this afternoon, to tell Mary that she gonna stay there. He thinks her and Mister Smith will do better once wed."
"So she ain't never comin' back 'ere?"
Miss. Lizabeth shake her head, stoppin' her pacin' to lean on the wall.
"It's jus' gonna be us two," she whispers, "And then jus' me."
I don't think I'm supposed to hear that, so I make no comment, jus' starin' at her sad, sad eyes. Jus' a few weeks ago I found out that daddy wanted to marry us off, but what I didn't know was that'd he'd work so fast. I didn't know that he'd go alon' with the Mistress' plan and sell us to the highest bidder.
Poor Mary, poor me.
Miss. Lizabeth glances up at the clock, noddin' for me to follow her. I stand, gatherin' a corner of my dress in my hand, and walk straight behind her. My face is a mask as I try to pull back all I am feelin'. I would've ran, but the promise I made to myself to be awful, keeps me goin'.
Daddy and the two men that keep 'em company are sittin' at the dinin' table, chattin' and laughin'. They drinkin' some whisky. They all stand, when I'm visible, starin' at me with half smiles, no teeth. But I don't look at 'em anyways.
Samuel stands with Cecile, watchin' me from the kitchen, his own smile on his face. He's lookin' at me with them beautiful dark eyes. They trail my body, and I find a blush makin' it's way to the apple of my cheeks. I forget all about me bein' mad at him. I forget that he's a slave.
I'm standin' at the bottom of the stairs all too fast, the three men comin' to greet me, Samuel and Cecile disappearing behind a wall. They each take a turn kissin' my hand, daddy pretendin' that he does it all the time, though he don't. When we all sit down to eat, I start actin' awful.
I jus' sit on my bed, still in shock, watchin' her walk. Back and forth, back and forth. I feel like I've been pushed into that lake not to far from here and I'm drownin'. I look up at the sky, wishin' I could be up there with them birds, but I keep sinkin', almos' to the bottom now.
"What do you mean?" I finally ask her, while tryin' to sort out my feelings. I don't like Mary, so why am I so sad that she ain't comin' back?
"Your daddy sent Mister Johnston up there this afternoon, to tell Mary that she gonna stay there. He thinks her and Mister Smith will do better once wed."
"So she ain't never comin' back 'ere?"
Miss. Lizabeth shake her head, stoppin' her pacin' to lean on the wall.
"It's jus' gonna be us two," she whispers, "And then jus' me."
I don't think I'm supposed to hear that, so I make no comment, jus' starin' at her sad, sad eyes. Jus' a few weeks ago I found out that daddy wanted to marry us off, but what I didn't know was that'd he'd work so fast. I didn't know that he'd go alon' with the Mistress' plan and sell us to the highest bidder.
Poor Mary, poor me.
Miss. Lizabeth glances up at the clock, noddin' for me to follow her. I stand, gatherin' a corner of my dress in my hand, and walk straight behind her. My face is a mask as I try to pull back all I am feelin'. I would've ran, but the promise I made to myself to be awful, keeps me goin'.
Daddy and the two men that keep 'em company are sittin' at the dinin' table, chattin' and laughin'. They drinkin' some whisky. They all stand, when I'm visible, starin' at me with half smiles, no teeth. But I don't look at 'em anyways.
Samuel stands with Cecile, watchin' me from the kitchen, his own smile on his face. He's lookin' at me with them beautiful dark eyes. They trail my body, and I find a blush makin' it's way to the apple of my cheeks. I forget all about me bein' mad at him. I forget that he's a slave.
I'm standin' at the bottom of the stairs all too fast, the three men comin' to greet me, Samuel and Cecile disappearing behind a wall. They each take a turn kissin' my hand, daddy pretendin' that he does it all the time, though he don't. When we all sit down to eat, I start actin' awful.
