The House was waiting for them.
The wagon ride back had been – well, strange. The former slaves had spent a lot of time looking at Jasper — and then at Mélanie — as if they were some sort of strange creature. Which, Mélanie supposed, was not all that unfair.
“So…” one woman had asked, maybe twenty minutes before they reached the house, “what’s going to happen to us?”
They really had been slaves for a while. Continue reading