Chapter 3

DANIEL

I looked at the pamphlet one last time checking to make sure I had the right address. I made sure that I slipped into the meeting unnoticed by the others who didn't support the cause. I sit in the back and to my surprise it was a mixture of races in the meeting negros and whites alike sat together united to help as many people as possible. The negros got up one by one some limped, and others had visible scars and the all got up there and told their stories. I was utterly horrified by what I heard, and I was disgusted at my own race. How dare they? This blatant disregard for human life. The scars and the damage, it's horrible. I need help them. No, I must help them. The leader asked

"Are there any new members that will be willing open their home up to the incoming slaves?"

I stand up and proudly say "Yes I am willing." All eyes turn to him. "Just tell me what I need to do."

"Wait for me after and we will talk sir."

RANI

"Charles how dare you bring this little negress in my house?!" Mrs. Nancy Davis

"Hush woman you will not disrespect me in my home!" He snapped grabbing her by her arm and pulling her roughly towards her. Releasing her, "we had a little run-away issue with this one, so I brought her in here to keep a close eye on her."

"So, you brought her here?! Couldn't you just kill her!" She chastised.

"Your questioning me woman and I don't like it so stop." He goaded. "Now," he yanked me by the arm in front of him "see to it she gets a new assignment...dear."

She grabs me scowling at her husband and drags me to a room. Her voice softens and so does her expression. Knocking at the door.

"Viola, dear, come here we need to talk." A little girl came out, her auburn hair in a braid, freckles sprinkled across her nose, her eyes green with a quizzical look.

"Yes mama?"

"Where's your sister?"

"Lydia!" She shouted.

"Yes. I'm coming, I'm coming!" She runs out the room looking complete frazzled her brown hair messily thrown into a bun she looked about eighteen. She looks frazzled.

"Oh dear child! Get yourself together." Mrs. Davis irritated voice rang out and her daughter flushed in embarrassment.

"Yes mama."

She turns to her youngest daughter. "Viola love go play outside."

"Aww but I never get to do anything."

"NOW VIOLA!"

The little girl flinched and scurried off down the hall

"This nigger will be your new assignment helping my disaster of a daughter. She has marriage prospects, but she won't keep them if she keeps this unruly behavior."

"But mama I-" Mrs. Davis put her hand up to cut her off.

"End of discussion." Then she turns to me. "You start now."