I already had 2 strikes against me from the start. One being that i was the daughter of an idiot retard(what he called her), and two, that i was mixed... so he often called me the nigger baby( even though i was half mexican, in James book if you werent white, then you were nigger). Well after a long moment of silence of him just staring at me in which I was sure he was thinking especially hard on how to torture me this time, I was taken off guard when in a sort of nice but slurred voice he asked,. Alone. I told him we should be able to slip away later with no problem.After dinner, more people arrived and it got a little crowded so I sought Robert out and whispered for him to meet me in my old room in a few minutes. He nodded and looked grateful. My heart was pounding as I wondered what was so urgent. I climbed the stairs to my room and waited impatiently on the bed.Robert came into the room minutes later looking anxious. He rushed over to me and hugged me hard. I sat there a little. You can go ahead and eat,’ She said weakly hoping Travis wouldn’t ask her once again what was wrong. She was tried of everyone always asking her that. He looked at her with sadness in his eyes. He wasn’t that tall, being about 5’7′ and his shaggy blonde hair was getting long almost covering his eyes. ‘Ok then. I’ll have some ready for you whenever you want to come and eat.’ With that he walked out the room closing the door behind him. Debbie sighed and continued to try and concentrate on her. Bright seemed a bit startled, but grabbed thecutlery off the poor Sissy, and made haste to the queue for the food.Sissy's head bowed a little when she saw me. She, he, obviouslyrecognised me and was ashamed. The Sissy did the little bob anyway,which Jennings later explained was called a curtsey, "it's what maidsused to do in the olden days" he said."Good Morning Master Dale," she said, a little hoarsely now, looking atmy feet. He handed over the cutlery wrapped in a paper checker napkin..