He’s not coming back.My future teeters precariously, balanced on little more than hope and the whispers of cards. They say he is gone, that he will not be returning, that this was how the string of life had mapped it, that it was never meant to be, that it was not the lesson I was to learn.
Most of the slaves have gone, with the sisters I assume and though Jaspin has remained for the time being, he too will be closing up the house and moving on. I’m not sure where this leaves me. Alone? Unowned? I still bear the collar of Silas, though the ruby colored stone that dangles beneath has darkened to an unattractive black.
I have searched for papers of manumission, or a bill of sale, but as of yet, I have found nothing. Most likely I shall not, for who bothers to will a slave? So what am I now to do? I could continue to hide in this house, as I have been doing for the past several months, but soon the food would run out and I would be forced to find me way regardless. I have the coppers that I have saved, none spent and could acquire more through the reading of cards, enough to eke out a comfortable, though not a resplendent existence.
