Though they would enjoy the better living conditions, freedom for the Plantation slaves was accompanied by frightening uncertainties because the life ...f servitude was so deeply imbedded, until through numerous discussion with Aba, Denkton, Lomasi and all the other crew members they came to understand that the goal was not to turn them out but to allow them to continue with normal plantation labor yet to do so under much better conditions with a sense that they in fact were working toward their. I noticed that Mrs. Peterson--Marla's aunt--didn't give any time limit for this date.Marla was quiet in the car, and I helped her out of the back seat when we got to Vaughn's."Hi, Kristen; hi, Jim. Who's your guest?" the manager said as he greeted us."This is Marla LaGruzio, from California." Pleased to meet you, Marla."The manager took us to our secluded table and handed us our menus."So, Marla, what do you think of our town?" Kristen asked."It's interesting. I was really most interested in. “I'm fine.”I nod. “Cool.”We walk in silence for a little bit, but strangely it wasn't awkward at all. It was a comfortable silence, like we didn't need to talk or anything. We just listened to the sounds of nature for a few minutes. After a bit I looked at him. “Where do you think they went?”He shrugs. “No clue.” He sighs. “Probably by camp...I nod and keep walking towards their camp. “So do you have a girlfriend?” I ask him, trying to make conversation. Again, he wasn't the most talkative,. She had reservations, as I knew she would. Her reservations were not without merit. No matter what happened between us to cause the break up, (which I still don’t know) I knew what didn’t cause it, the physical part of our relationship. From day one, we clicked. Right down to the point of being synchronized sleepers. We’d lie down at night and our bodies would naturally entwine. And without fail, every night, our bodies would become one, . . . many times. Amazingly, she was the one woman who.