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Authors: Mercedes Keyes, Lawrence James
into something decent? What can you offer
to that end?” he asked. “What size of a servant sir?”
One of their young daughters asked, wishing to
contribute.
“She's smal , just a little more of her than you,
but not much.”
“I can spare a chemise, a gown, one of my
older ones, wil that do?” She asked, moving quickly
to fetch them, “They're clean, not yet threadbare.”
“It wil be better than her current state, that wil
be fine, thank you.”
“We can spare you a couple of laying hens,
young ones; don't want to be owing you, sir, Dr.
Caine.” The husband spoke up. Quinton smiled,
“Two young laying hens, and the garments, sounds
fair.”
“Pa, throw in one of them mongrel pups, we got
three left.” A son spoke up.
“Go get'im one, pick that big chubby one – it's
gone be a moose in the en’ I'm thinkin'.”
Quinton sighed, he didn't real y care for the
idea of a dog, but he couldn't turn them down, they
were anxious to settle their debt with him. He wanted
to get moving, his mind on Suga – she was in his
home alone, he’d been in possession of her only in a
better part of a week, and already he worried over
her.
By the time he drove his carriage back into his
barn, chickens squawking behind him from their
crate, the fat, big paw puppy whimpering below his
seat, he was eager to get inside and check on her,
hoping she'd fared wel in his absence. He'd barely
cleared the barn door when out of the house she
came rushing, straight into the barn, “I'm here masta',
I'l do that for you.” She went straight for the harness
of his horse.
“Suga Caine! Where inside of your head did
you hear me cal for you to do such a thing? Get
back inside – back at once!” He ordered.
“Can't masta', gots to help – gots to do my bit.”
“Stop cal ing me that blasted title! Master – I
have gone to great lengths to avoid the bowels of
hel in my passing – I’l not let the treating of you send
me there! This is not your bit! Inside right now – wait
– here, these are for you – and uh – I suppose this is
too.” He passed her the garments and then held up
the grunting puppy, “We’l both starve with the
feeding of this one, he'l be everywhere if we leave
him out here, until we have a place to confine him,
he'l have to stay inside. We have hens as wel ,
laying hens. They'l stay in the crate here in the barn
until I get a coop built I suppose.” He went on,
speaking to her as if she’d always been in his life.
Her look of surprise at the clothing and then the
puppy made him smile, “There you are once more,
that look upon your face, I can't very wel have you
around in that sheet can I? Take them and the pup –
get inside.”
She nodded, took the clothing in one arm, the
hefty puppy in the other and holding onto to both, she
informed him, “Made food for you, know you be
hungry masta'.”
“Quinton! My name is Quinton – Quinton
Thaddeus Caine, say it, and say it before you rush
away.” He ordered.
She stopped, gulped, and shyly said his name,
and afterward, “Hurr'up masta' food stil hot.”
Quinton crossed his arms over his chest as if
having a royal fit and informed her, “Cal me masta'
once more, and I shal remain out here, in the barn,
with the hens, leaving you to that blasted place to do
what you damn wel , bloody please!”
Suga couldn't believe her eyes, nor her ears,
“Masta' I can't cal you that, taint right.” She pleaded
her case.
“Very wel , I suppose I should focus on doing
what I can to make myself comfortable, it appears I'l
be here a while.”
“Oh please don't do that, I can't cal you out by
yo'name, that just ain't done.”
“Very wel , as I said, here I shal be. Should
anyone come knocking for me, please direct them to
the barn and-...”
“Oh please – I try, I'ah try.”
“Say it, say my name, as I've given it.” he
demanded.
She swal owed, nervously, “How 'bout I cal you
sa', that
to that end?” he asked. “What size of a servant sir?”
One of their young daughters asked, wishing to
contribute.
“She's smal , just a little more of her than you,
but not much.”
“I can spare a chemise, a gown, one of my
older ones, wil that do?” She asked, moving quickly
to fetch them, “They're clean, not yet threadbare.”
“It wil be better than her current state, that wil
be fine, thank you.”
“We can spare you a couple of laying hens,
young ones; don't want to be owing you, sir, Dr.
Caine.” The husband spoke up. Quinton smiled,
“Two young laying hens, and the garments, sounds
fair.”
“Pa, throw in one of them mongrel pups, we got
three left.” A son spoke up.
“Go get'im one, pick that big chubby one – it's
gone be a moose in the en’ I'm thinkin'.”
Quinton sighed, he didn't real y care for the
idea of a dog, but he couldn't turn them down, they
were anxious to settle their debt with him. He wanted
to get moving, his mind on Suga – she was in his
home alone, he’d been in possession of her only in a
better part of a week, and already he worried over
her.
By the time he drove his carriage back into his
barn, chickens squawking behind him from their
crate, the fat, big paw puppy whimpering below his
seat, he was eager to get inside and check on her,
hoping she'd fared wel in his absence. He'd barely
cleared the barn door when out of the house she
came rushing, straight into the barn, “I'm here masta',
I'l do that for you.” She went straight for the harness
of his horse.
“Suga Caine! Where inside of your head did
you hear me cal for you to do such a thing? Get
back inside – back at once!” He ordered.
“Can't masta', gots to help – gots to do my bit.”
“Stop cal ing me that blasted title! Master – I
have gone to great lengths to avoid the bowels of
hel in my passing – I’l not let the treating of you send
me there! This is not your bit! Inside right now – wait
– here, these are for you – and uh – I suppose this is
too.” He passed her the garments and then held up
the grunting puppy, “We’l both starve with the
feeding of this one, he'l be everywhere if we leave
him out here, until we have a place to confine him,
he'l have to stay inside. We have hens as wel ,
laying hens. They'l stay in the crate here in the barn
until I get a coop built I suppose.” He went on,
speaking to her as if she’d always been in his life.
Her look of surprise at the clothing and then the
puppy made him smile, “There you are once more,
that look upon your face, I can't very wel have you
around in that sheet can I? Take them and the pup –
get inside.”
She nodded, took the clothing in one arm, the
hefty puppy in the other and holding onto to both, she
informed him, “Made food for you, know you be
hungry masta'.”
“Quinton! My name is Quinton – Quinton
Thaddeus Caine, say it, and say it before you rush
away.” He ordered.
She stopped, gulped, and shyly said his name,
and afterward, “Hurr'up masta' food stil hot.”
Quinton crossed his arms over his chest as if
having a royal fit and informed her, “Cal me masta'
once more, and I shal remain out here, in the barn,
with the hens, leaving you to that blasted place to do
what you damn wel , bloody please!”
Suga couldn't believe her eyes, nor her ears,
“Masta' I can't cal you that, taint right.” She pleaded
her case.
“Very wel , I suppose I should focus on doing
what I can to make myself comfortable, it appears I'l
be here a while.”
“Oh please don't do that, I can't cal you out by
yo'name, that just ain't done.”
“Very wel , as I said, here I shal be. Should
anyone come knocking for me, please direct them to
the barn and-...”
“Oh please – I try, I'ah try.”
“Say it, say my name, as I've given it.” he
demanded.
She swal owed, nervously, “How 'bout I cal you
sa', that
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