" "Yes. Be pleasant and forthcoming. If he asks youquestions, answer him truthfully, except you mustremember that you are thirteen and you are white...nd have never been a slave. He must not guessyour true age. You may tell him what you like ordislike, what you think of the things he shows you.Tell him about America, if he asks, but do notbetray your age. Remember, you are the only childof a rich planter, who has sent you to England because his wife, your mother, was very sick anddied a. My mother finally drew my attention away when she suddenly said, Mitch, why dont you and Nichole go play some games for a while so we can chat? I wasnt about to argue with that, and had Nichole follow me down the hall to my room. I popped open the door, and motioned her inside. I wasnt expecting what I heard out of her mouth when she said, Well, thank you. Im Nichole, by the way, since we werent properly introduced out there. Youre… Mitch, right? Her smooth southern Tennessee accent threw me. He was only 25 years old himself and seemed like someone who might be willing to help them. She got Lexie as comfortable as she could then walked down the hall. She was happy to see Mr. Martin was not talking to anyone and he noticed her as she approached. He seemed happy to see her and said, "How is our best cheerleader doing?" Sam smiled and told him she was doing great and she thought it was a wonderful dance. They made small talk for several minutes, then she told him she had a bit of an. Jennifer went back to her work, putting away some files. As she moved between her desk and the cabinets behind her, she noticed that Ralph kept his big, liquid brown eyes on her all the time, swinging his streamlined head back and forth like a fan at a tennis match. Every now and then, she petted his silky smooth fur, rubbing a hand from his neck down to his tail. He wagged it in appreciation and continued to stare at her.Almost finished with the filing, she pulled the last slips of paper out.