How do she kno'? I mean... Does she kno', or is it in my mind? Maybe she jus'... She jus'...
How does she kno'?
I wanna ask her, but then if she don't know, an' it all jus' in my mind. Well then she would. An' daddy don't want nobody to know, I mean it my reward. He don't want Mary to be jealous. That all. That why he don't want nobody to know. That why I could never tell Mista Johnston, or Miss. Lizabeth or even the Misses. But maybe I don't got a. Cause she kno'.
An' she don't seem to be thinkin' a no jealousy. Fo' some reason, I start to cry. I cry all the way to the manor in which we stayin', The Misses only lookin' once. I real loud 'bout it too- an' unlady like.
The coach, sittin' next ta the driver, look back through the open window, an' see me cryin' up a storm.
"You alright?" he asks. He look like daddy a bit, jus' with mo' hair on his face. An' his eyes. His eyes are different too- the color similar. But everythin' else, everythin' jus' different.
I wonder if he give his daughter rewards too? But I doubt it- he don't look the type. He offers his hanker chief like Thomas had done, an' this make me even sadder. This night real rough.
An' I scared. To go back home, to face daddy. To even face the Misses. If she kno'... well why didn't she say nothin' before.
"I-I okay, "I finally stutter ta him.
"Well- alright," he respond, wary. But he don't push it. "If it helps we almos' there. Jus' up the street."
"O-oh okay. Thank you, that does help." It kinda, actually does. I got my own bed, an' dreams ta take me far away. Far, far away.
"No problem, little lady. If you don't mind me askin', how lon' you stayin' in town?"
He sure is a friendly coach man. I never met one who talked so, 'specially ta women, way mo' upper class than himself.
It the Misses who answer. "We'll see," she say, "We ain't quite sure yet. Maybe a week, maybe mo'."
A week? I thought we was in fo' jus' a day. Why a week? When I turn to her, she meet my gaze but don't say nothin'. Silently I ask. Why?
An' then I kno'.
How does she kno'?
I wanna ask her, but then if she don't know, an' it all jus' in my mind. Well then she would. An' daddy don't want nobody to know, I mean it my reward. He don't want Mary to be jealous. That all. That why he don't want nobody to know. That why I could never tell Mista Johnston, or Miss. Lizabeth or even the Misses. But maybe I don't got a. Cause she kno'.
An' she don't seem to be thinkin' a no jealousy. Fo' some reason, I start to cry. I cry all the way to the manor in which we stayin', The Misses only lookin' once. I real loud 'bout it too- an' unlady like.
The coach, sittin' next ta the driver, look back through the open window, an' see me cryin' up a storm.
"You alright?" he asks. He look like daddy a bit, jus' with mo' hair on his face. An' his eyes. His eyes are different too- the color similar. But everythin' else, everythin' jus' different.
I wonder if he give his daughter rewards too? But I doubt it- he don't look the type. He offers his hanker chief like Thomas had done, an' this make me even sadder. This night real rough.
An' I scared. To go back home, to face daddy. To even face the Misses. If she kno'... well why didn't she say nothin' before.
"I-I okay, "I finally stutter ta him.
"Well- alright," he respond, wary. But he don't push it. "If it helps we almos' there. Jus' up the street."
"O-oh okay. Thank you, that does help." It kinda, actually does. I got my own bed, an' dreams ta take me far away. Far, far away.
"No problem, little lady. If you don't mind me askin', how lon' you stayin' in town?"
He sure is a friendly coach man. I never met one who talked so, 'specially ta women, way mo' upper class than himself.
It the Misses who answer. "We'll see," she say, "We ain't quite sure yet. Maybe a week, maybe mo'."
A week? I thought we was in fo' jus' a day. Why a week? When I turn to her, she meet my gaze but don't say nothin'. Silently I ask. Why?
An' then I kno'.
