There were several small towns around here and many of the people knew each other. We were about 20 miles from St. Louis in Illinois farm country. I h...d heard about Paige and Tony and several people had looked at me with pity, but they shouldn’t have. I didn’t need it. Anytime anyone tried to say they were sorry I had managed to look completely nonplussed and unconcerned. And it worked. Pretty soon people got the idea that I had been angry, but not that attached to the bitch. And I was getting. Betty, I don't like the way you are generalizing.I'm not, after all, we did have slavery once in this country.And thank goodness its over.Yes, but my point is, if it wasnt for white people freeing blacks in the civil war, you may still be a slave today.Well I'm sure something else would have come along... I really dont think so. I think once in an organized, serving system, black people are the most confortable.Trust me Betty, we are just as confortable out of slavery and living free.You would. Management noticed, I was way ahead of the curve, they paid me. Lord did they pay me! I could do anything, make anything, the keyboard was my world away from my world. I remember that day, mostly, I had purchased the car, I wrote them a personal check. Some of the staff came out to watch me leave, waiting for me to have troubles. I had none. I rolled out on the freeway, headed North. The car felt wonderful, I was free, my long blond hair flowed back behind me. I leaned on the gas, the power. “Its seven thirty the table is booked for isn’t it?” Greg nodded. He looked a little stunned at the display of affection he had just witnessed. “You couldn’t ring them and put it back until eight o’clock could you?” “I... I’ll try?” He reached into his pocket for his mobile and spoke to someone. Moments later he finished speaking and looked up at Cathy and Al. “That’s okay,” he told them. Cathy looked back at Al and squeezed his bulge again. “It gives us just over an hour.” Al smiled..
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