It was better for them to believe I really was Mr. Greene’s nephew. Dad had explained more about the planned deception last night to Jimmey and our ...ormer slaves. I already had the forged bills of sale signed by “Jacob Greene.”We ate supper in the dining room along with my cousin/brother and the house slaves. The house slaves fidgeted nervously at first, unsure if their presence at the dining room table would upset their new master. “Please relax,” I told them. “My only regret is that the table. The one thing that the collar could not, or perhaps would not, control was her tears. Since the moment that she felt the collar slide around her throat and heard the click of the latch sealing her fate, her face had been continually wet with tears. There were tears for the beautiful clothes she would never wear again. There were tears for the looks and words of the lowly servants whom she had once ordered about with her own cold commands. And now that the collar had brought her back into. More

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